Moonlight Kisses
A 100-word IdeaStream story
Tension. Taught, electric. Eyes connect over the heads and words of others. Across the forbidden.
Stars spatter the sky. The moon hangs over the cliffs, heavy and golden. I inhale the sharp tang of eucalyptus. Leaves, cooling, release their scent to the night air.
We walk. Tension palpable. Moonbeams cast soft shadows. I know the way. Eyes closed.
Your hand brushes mine. I catch your pinky with mine. You turn, lift my chin.
Our mouths connect.
Holy hell! Disgusting! Thin, slimy lips press against mine, licking my face. Moist lizard-lips traverse my face.
What even is this? This isn’t kissing!
Thanks to Jimmy Doom for the shout out. Probably not an occasion I want to remember! Thankfully, there’s been many more satisfying kisses since that first one.
Thanks to Xavier Van Holde and his 100-word story challenge. Some things are better left in the past!
Come on, Demeter deLune, Yael Wolfe, Elle Beau ❇︎, Reuben Salsa, you know you want to! (Please ignore if you don’t want to revisit the dark, distant past!)
~thanks for reading~
Lisa writes poetry and other musings from her home in Finland. You can follow her new-ish Nordic life via Nordic Notes.