That tingling feeling.
The anticipation mixed with excitement wrestling just below the surface.
Second after painful second, the moment nears.
The smell of her perfume fills me.
Our faces close.
My heart races.
Our eyes lock.
Our lips touch.
The loud thud of the motion marked the passage of time.
The minute hand moved one step closer.
I didn’t want this to end.
Another minute gone.
My breathing slowed.
The seconds ticked.
My heart raced.
A valley of bones is all that is left
In a desert deserted of all things living.
White washed skeletons all bereft
Of ivory tusks stolen, but not given.
Elephants now gone, due to the theft,
Hunted to extinction, they were driven.
They teach you.
They train you.
They prepare you in every way they know how.
Lower your heart rate.
Squeeze the trigger.
But nothing they do will ever prepare you for the aftermath of taking your first life.
“No.” I simply said as she stepped out of the dressing room.
“Why not?” she countered.
“It’s way too short.”
She folded her arms in obstinate defiance and responded, “But I look cute in it.”
I snorted. “Fine, go ask your mother.”