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The streets of downtown Cincinnati were so deserted, I briefly believed we had hit the end of time, and I missed loud signals on that cold spring night. I was lost and full of fear. There are different types of fear, but no fear is more gripping than that fear that a loved one is about to hurt you deeply.
Laura wore a dark maroon dress with a hemline just above her knee, and that night more than most, I remember thinking how beautiful her legs looked. They had a perfect shape. My eyes could feel the smoothness that my hands luxuriated in earlier in the afternoon. Laura carried all of the beauty I had ever seen in her. I held her hand lightly. The fear was crawling in my throat and I had no idea what the source was. Her fingertips never gripped tightly, which always bothered me, but on that night, I remember that they were repelled from my hand.
Really, it was the end of time. I had no future. I presume Laura felt Read the rest of this entry »