Excerpt from UNBOWED by M.G. da Mota
Haywards Heath,West Sussex, England
The room was in semi-darkness but heliked it that way. Should anyone peer inside at night he or she would seenothing but a person’s silhouette. A figure with no face and moving like aghost among the undefined shapes of the furniture.
Opening themagazine on his desk he admired her photograph. A coloured headshot clearlyshowing her green eyes. He liked her eyes. Two emeralds on her lovely face. Hefollowed the shape of her mouth with his fingers. Turning the page he looked atthe second image. A full size portrait picturing her in a figure-huggingroyal-blue gown, flaunting her curves beautifully. She was smiling, about tobow to the audience at the end of a concert. He held the magazine carefully,then took a pair of scissors from a drawer and for a moment let them catch thefaint moonlight coming through the window, as if performing a sacred ritual.Respectfully he began cutting out both pictures and then repeated the procedurewith the third and final picture where she appeared in front of the orchestrawhile conducting. Her arms seemed to float towards the musicians like anextension of the score. She wore an elegant navy-blue trouser suit with a pearlcoloured silk blouse. He preferred to see her in a dress, a long evening gown, sleevelessand slickly wrapped around her body like a second skin. She owned a variety ofevening dresses but his favourite was the dark claret red, embroidered withsame colour sequins. In the stage lights it literally made her shine.
For the moment heplaced the photos in a desk drawer. Picking up the concert programme he sat onthe couch and placed it on his lap. He opened it on the page where she’d signedit. A large group of people had been waiting for her at the stage door. He hadlingered, allowing others to get ahead. As she approached the place where hestood he stepped forward, placed the programme in front of her and asked, ‘willyou sign it for me, please?’ Smiling she looked him in the eyes and saidkindly, ‘of course.’ Quickly she scribbled, thank you for coming to the concert, with best wishes, Alex.
It made him happyshe hadn’t signed her family name of Jewel, it felt more personal. Jewel was anappropriate surname for she was a diamond, a precious jewel to be admired andloved. He didn’t much care for her first name. Alex sounded like a man’s name.She was too feminine, too radiant, too sexy for it. One day when they weretogether – for he knew they were destined to be together – he’d make her seeAlex didn’t do her justice and she’d change it to please him. Diamondah was abetter name, as she was a bright diamond. Or Esmeralda to suit her emeraldgreen eyes. His own personal jewel.
Touching hersignature he followed the letters with his indicator finger and after a whileplaced the programme in his safe box of treasures. Opening the drawer with therecently cut out photos he looked through all photographs, newspaper cuts andconcert programmes inside. They’d find their way into the safe later. He pickedup the latest photo where she wore the blue gown and placed it aside.Everything else he deposited in the safe, then returned to the sofa and put hisfeet up. Running his fingers over the selected photo he touched the image ofher body, imagining she was in the room and he was caressing her for real,quickly becoming aroused. He held the picture with his left hand, opened histrousers with his right and began to touch himself, fantasising his fingerswere her hands working him until he reached the climax and cried out her namein ecstasy.
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