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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Summer Comfort (Flash)
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summer solstice festival
rom flash story


*Author's note: all my stories are copyright, no
permission to repost without direct correspondence
with me. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
really silly. FF, ROM, festival.*

Summer Comfort
EyeofSerpent


She sat alone. 

Her table was on the patio where she could see the
cars as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot.
She waited for her and wondered what to expect.

Madness perhaps.

Except that being alone was madness, too. If Amerie's
sanity slipped from the norm at one or the other
extreme, then she would pick the lunacy that made
summer a warm comfort. 

Else Paris was a hot and lonely cage.

The waiter returned to refresh her drink, his voice
and manner so kind, she asked him the time. His answer
left a chill in her fingers but she smiled until he
left again. Late by half an hour, Veri wasn't coming. 

*Perhaps she heard my trepidation. My own nervousness
ruining the chance. Or did I sound too sure?*

Amerie rubbed her fingertips, trying to warm them,
along her stockinged knee. Readying to pay the fare
and go home, she tugged her purse closer. A gendarme
sedan rolled into the parking lot. A tall officer
stepped out and quickly opened the rear door, touching
his visor. And the lanky dark legs emerged, Veri
stood, smiling behind wrap-around sunglasses.

Amerie held her breath, but her heart pounded out a
welcome. Her fingertips tingled. She memorized Veri as
she chatted a moment with the gendarme: dusky skin,
large blade of a nose, teeth so white in the lightning
of her smile. Then Veri was giving him a squeeze on
the arm and striding to the stairs, disappearing for a
second, coming through the blooming planters at the
patio entrance.

Summer sun glinted from her sunglasses as she pulled
them off, quickening her steps. Those large eyes
locked with Amerie's, the smile widened to full power.

Amerie found everything she had planned to say was
gone.

Then Veri's shadow eclipsed her face, a hand balanced
on the table as she leaned in close, smelling of
laundered cotton and something like candy-roasted
cashews.

"I got a flat. Can you believe it?" Veri leaned
closer; so near it seemed her nose might caress
Amerie's blonde eyebrow. She slowed. "I was so worried
I wouldn't get here that I flagged down the gendarme.
You're glowing with summer sun. Ask me to sit, before
I kiss you."

"Would you?"

"Sit?"

"Kiss me? In front of everyone?"

Veri breathed upon Amerie's eyelashes. "Oh, yes. In
front of, behind, underneath..."

Amerie swallowed, searching for words. Poised in the
shadow of her friend, Amerie luxuriated, immune to
cold. Summer heat spiraled around her legs, arms and
fingers. All of summer flowed to her now, as if Veri
magnified and shared it. Heat passed from creation, to
Veri, to her.

And her personal lens of summer leaned the final inch
to Amerie. "Very well, ma ch re, I warned you, did I
not?"

The kiss landed at the bridge of her nose, just a
whisper of sound. The second touch of those wide lips
shivered them both.

Amerie whispered, looking into Veri's eyes. "Check
please."

END


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