Flicker


Love.  I taste the word with my tongue, wonder what it would be like to say it out loud to him.

‘I love you Trip.’  Sounds all right in the silence of my mind.

The door chimes and he’s here, smiling, reducing my world to this room, to the seat I sit in, to the two of us.

He pulls me up into his arms.

“Mal.”  A kiss, his palm on my back.  I curve against him, pliant.

His hands on my skin.  He is here.  I feel complete.

But does he only want sex? 

Why must I always doubt?