It’s time again for another Tantalizing Tuesdays 200.
The model in this picture is one that has spawned a multitude of stories for me that I’ve outline and I wanted to see what I could do with her for this Tantalizing Tuesday so here is the first of many.
The animosity of being in Kandahar combined with Kiran’s loathing of American journalist created a lust based in hatred. As my translator she had to stay close to me but when I sacrificed myself to save her during a firefight, she stopped seeing me as a paycheck and viewed me as a man.
We shed our animosity, clothes, and souls that night. Those gunshots created a revelation of our mortality that stripped us bare. Our bodies collided, attempting to obliterate our mortal coils leaving nothing but a puddle of sweat in the unbearable heat of Afghanistan to revel in the fact that we were still alive.
Through the early morning heat I felt her stoical gaze on my naked body and it still haunts me.
“Get a new translator.”
The enduring fragrance of our passion clung to my skin. The blistering temperature blurred my vision. I got out of bed and rushed over to her in hopes that I could find the words to make Kiran change her mind. Then she stopped me with a vicious slap across my cheek.
“Never think of me again,” were the last words Kiran said to me but I knew that would be impossible.
Thanks again for stopping by and remember to visit the other fabulous writers sharing their work with you today.