Bathe, Drown

by Mico Subosa

(337 words)

When Cupid fired that arrow, he’d actually intended for Mara to fall in love with the sunbathing lifeguard, but instead, she fell in love with the Sea.

And the Sea loved her, too. She knew this because, while she sauntered toward Her, She kept whispering, in the language of sea-breeze, Her pining, Her desire for her.

She lay naked by the Sea. She marveled at how beautiful her lover was that night, wearing the sky like a pearl-sequined robe. Together they gazed at the moon and the constellations, the Sea tickling the webs between her toes, and running Her amorphous, sandy fingers through her hair as they did.

She felt the Sea’s salty lips creeping all over her body. She caressed her everywhere – her back, her belly, her waist, her neck, her arms, her thighs. In her excitement, she was soaked in the seawater she had perspired. She could tell the Sea was getting excited, too; the surf was getting bigger every second, the waves, more rapid and more forceful. And true enough, in a tide of raging want, the Sea pounced on her and pulled her away from shore. She choked on some saltwater, and through the few split-seconds of her submersion, she felt like she was drowning.

Mara was terrified. She waded against the undercurrents in hurry back to shore. She knew the Sea did not intend to drown her, though; She loved her, and thus could not do that to her. The Sea had only lost Herself to a throe of mad passion, she understood that. However, this was not enough to keep her by the Sea.

She still hadn’t learned how to swim, and felt it was unfair for the Sea to always worry about drowning her each time they would make love. She had to walk away. If and when she learns to swim, she would come back for Her, she promised. But for now, she had to walk away.

And so she walked away from Her, ignoring the breeze’s begging whispers.


Falling Down the Elevator

by Mico Subosa

(330 words)

She entered his life on the eighth floor and left it on the ground floor.

The moment she got in the elevator, removed her blazer and undid her ponytail, he had begun to fall in love. Her scent was that of citron and hibiscus, infused with maybe two or three drops of lust, which made it very difficult for him to resist pulling himself nearer and nearer to her as the elevator descended. That entire time, he also wondered what her coral-pink lipstick must taste like. He could also hear her stilettos going tap, tap, tap, tap, beating in sync with the velocity of his heartbeat.

All his life, he’d been preparing for this moment – that moment he would bump into the love of his life; it was the reason why he made sure his neckties were always perfectly dimpled and perfectly Windsor-knotted, his shirts and trousers always iron-pressed and unwrinkled, his shoes always polished to look like he just bought them off the shelf from Zara the morning on the way to work. He hoped that she noticed how kempt he looked.

“Hi, how are you?” he said.

“Hi, I’m good, thanks.” Her voice was a smoky alto.

Their eyes met for a split-second. She had such deep, dark brown eyes he wanted to swim in.

“It’s been pretty cool outside the past couple of nights, hasn’t it?” She merely smiled and nodded, not even glancing to his side.

“Do you work—

The bell rang as the elevator opened to the ground floor lobby. Her high heels tap, tap, tap, tapped away from the elevator. The door slowly closed, he, slowly losing sight of her. He didn’t expect that meeting the love of his life would be so unexciting and so confined to usual perfunctory talk of local weather conditions.

He was now alone in the elevator as it descended to the basement, she, leaving no trace but the faint tinge of citron, hibiscus and lust in the air.