Different Worlds

Proserpina

Trying to focus on the objects in the room, I tried to calm down, my eyes sweeping over the large room.

I had adorned it with some beautiful pieces of art, each of which had been lovingly selected over time, from the places I had visited or gifts from my friends.

One such was the large painting was the one with my friend, Melissa Lord and her children; it had been done by her former lover, Ethan and it was brilliant.

Melissa’s entire body language showed the desperation she was feeling at that time in her life. Her sons were perched on her lap, the baby with his thumb in his mouth, the older one watching his mother apprehensively.

My eyes riveted on that, I sat sunk in the gloom as Lucien held my hands, while Claude jerkily moved to the bar where he sat on a high bar stool, looking wretched for having interrupted our sleep.

Finally, my breathing having slowed down, and I turned to my husband, the man who had just made passionate love to me.

Meeting his eyes fiercely, I said