Citation de Mondaye
When the girl came rushing up the steps, I decided she was wearing far to many clothes.
It was late summer. Rome frizzled like a pancake on a griddleplate. People unlaced their shoes but had to keep them on; not even an elephant could cross the street unshoed. People flopped on stooles in shadowed doorways, bare knees apar, naked to the waist - and in the back street of the Aventine Sectorwhere I lived, that was just the women.
I was standing in the Forum. She was running. She looked overdressed and dangerously hote, but sunstroke or suffocation hadn't yet finished her off. She was shinning and sticky as a glazed pastry, and when she hurtled up the steps of the temple of Saturn straight towards me, I made no attemps to move aside. She missed me, just. Some men are born lucky, others are called Didius Falco
Close at hand, I still though she would be better of without so many tunics. Though don't misunderstand me. I like my women with a few wisp of drapery: then I can hope for a chance to remove the wisp. If they start out with nothing I tend to be depressed because either thay have just been striped off for someone else or, in my line of work, they are usually dead. this one was vibrantly alive.
It was late summer. Rome frizzled like a pancake on a griddleplate. People unlaced their shoes but had to keep them on; not even an elephant could cross the street unshoed. People flopped on stooles in shadowed doorways, bare knees apar, naked to the waist - and in the back street of the Aventine Sectorwhere I lived, that was just the women.
I was standing in the Forum. She was running. She looked overdressed and dangerously hote, but sunstroke or suffocation hadn't yet finished her off. She was shinning and sticky as a glazed pastry, and when she hurtled up the steps of the temple of Saturn straight towards me, I made no attemps to move aside. She missed me, just. Some men are born lucky, others are called Didius Falco
Close at hand, I still though she would be better of without so many tunics. Though don't misunderstand me. I like my women with a few wisp of drapery: then I can hope for a chance to remove the wisp. If they start out with nothing I tend to be depressed because either thay have just been striped off for someone else or, in my line of work, they are usually dead. this one was vibrantly alive.
