I climb out of the cab carefully because my skirt is short
and I don’t want to confuse the driver.
I see R’s shadow
behind the window. He opens the door before I knock. I hold on to his
bare upper body while he kisses me. He is wearing nothing but crotch less
leather chaps and a navy captain hat.
Soft piano music is playing
in the living room. Candles flicker in the fireplace and on the windowsills.
‘Three days in Berlin.’ The Man lays his hand flat on my
cunt. ‘Three days
on your own.’
‘Yes,’ I
say and push my body against his.
‘You better not
touch.’
He doesn’t expect
a reply.
I still nod, as he knows
I would.
It’s a comfortable cage. It really is. Big enough to stand up and walk around in. If I stretch my neck I can see a tree through the window. When I sit down I see nothing but the sky. Sometimes I hear children laughing and water splashing as they dive into a pond. Sometimes there is the swishing, popping sound of a tennis game being played in the sun.