Page 87 of Foul Territory

“I wonder what the photos look like.” Ignoring him, I stand and slice through the curtain. Why is it harder to breathe now that I’m away from him? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I inhale a few deep breaths of fresh air.

He says my name again.

“I hope there's at least one of you smiling.” I fish our strip of photos out of the dispenser. Distancing myself further from Koa, I stroll down the path and examine the photos.

“Syd, stop.” He grabs hold of my shoulder and spins me around. His hand cups my cheek. “We’re done running, remember? We’re either standing still or we’re moving forward together. There’s no more running.”

Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being called baby and having the person you’ve loved for most your life finally wanting you back.

I can easily see myself careening back into Koa’s atmosphere if I allowed myself the freedom to do so. However, in the back of mind I keep thinking about my online mystery man. I can’t deny the fluttery feelings I get when I’m talking to him.

Do I give Koa and I another try or do I take my chances on something new?

FICTION FORUM

NotYourAverageJoe19

A good book keeping you up?

FaeAtHeart

That would make things easier.

NotYourAverageJoe19

That’s the good thing about books. They allow you to escape from reality.

FaeAtHeart

Is that what you’ve been trying to do lately when you read? Escape reality?

NotYourAverageJoe19

No. I don’t even want to waste time sleeping. I’m afraid I might miss something.

FaeAtHeart

Life is that good, huh?

NotYourAverageJoe19

When I’m talking to youit is.

FaeAtHeart

Who are you? Besides a smooth talker.

NotYourAverageJoe19

I’m just a guy.

FaeAtHeart

No. Who are you really? I need to know. I love chatting with you but I need more. I thought you were someone I knew in my real life.

NotYourAverageJoe19

This is your real life. You do know me.