Added 2021-12-19 23:15:12 +0000 UTC
"It's like seeing two images at once, a holographic overlay. You can see the person everyone else sees- grieving, beautiful widow, dressed in all black. Politely pouring tea and asking you how you like yours- even as she reaches for the sugar spoon, as if she knows already and is just asking to be polite. The second image, the one you are only now seeing glimpses of, knew the fabric of her robe was much too thin, practically transparent, and wore it anyway. Black in color, yes, but leaving so little to the imagination. She sat on the middle of the couch, leaving you to one of the chairs and you wondered if it was habit, but as the morning light comes in through the curtains and catches her eyes, the swell of her chest, you realize that too was staged, orchestrated. You gently take the cup from her and it's weight is so familiar- same as the china you use at home, the scent reminding you of your grandmother, a strong bergamot that you haven't favored in years. You're thrust backward in time, sitting there, and surrounded by so much familiarity. When she takes your hand, gently, it feels like home- but there are daggers in her smile." Quite proud of the little microfiction I sent out today! This is another set from /justeeeeeny on OF and it's film! 35 images with that beautiful grain, such soft light~ and a reappearance of a personal favorite lingerie!
