“Mine, mine, mine”.
For those not following (and you are legion…) this is part of a series of basically 200 word episodes. There are 8 in all. I’ve never published these, nor have I posted them on this blog. As far as I can remember and that is getting harder. The earlier episodes are on this blog if you scroll backwards.
Dversepoets is having an open link night (OLN) where you can post a piece of your choice. I am posting this because it is funny and we need comedy desperately in the world. Y’all too glum out there.
Laura twisted in the wind. Well, rotated in the air conditioning. Bart had a new kick, called ‘Shibari’. An ancient Japanese practice of wrapping things. Precisely. With hidden knots. She should have thought twice when he insisted she strip.
Arms wrapped behind her back, more cloth holding her legs together, she sighed. She didn’t mind hanging upside down, was even getting used to the headaches.
Bart, however, was having a bit of his own transformation, and Laura didn’t know if she liked this one bit. He was becoming ‘weirder’, taking up hobbies. Piercing was one, this shibari another. Laura was seeing Bart in a different light, helped along with her new, nighttime vision.
*Goddamn Japanese! Why can’t they stick to wrapping small packages?*
Bart told her ‘shibari’ was the ancient art of “wrapping the heart.” She bought it, didn’t even mind the bananas, mangos and kiwi he stuck between the bindings. He was, after all, a common fruit bat.
Up on the roof, Bart had other plans. From under his wings, he drew out a new black, leather- riding crop. He slapped it on his palm, laughing with glee.
Laura was about to obey.