CRAVE

Lorraine Lebedeva

From the night comes a sound as if thunder could be stretched. So I tilt my head upward, seeking lights that flash, the red and white in the deepest of blue skies. For a moment I am still, feeling the cool air, breathing in a steady rhythm. Then there they are, those crazy passing stars, flying high, ever onward.

"Would you like some red wine?" I jerked my head to the sound of the voice, I was so deep in thought I did not hear what he said until he flashed me the wine bottle.

Forcing a smile I shook my head and the man dressed in a two color piece uniform walked away.

I sighed and slouched in my chair. The private airplane rode through the sky as if it were on sleek and perfect tracks.

My mind couldn't wrap around the fact that I watched a man lose his hand, because of me.

Raphaël, the way he acts towards me is so confusing. He treats me like I belong to him and don't at the same time. The way he acted today. Possessive and anger was all I saw when I looked at him.