His Keepsake

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

EMME
Some cravings cannot be denied.
I wanted a soul-wrenching, destructive encounter with a stranger.
I wanted to be kept by someone like a bird or a treasured object?
I could pretend, couldn’t I?

But when he didn’t say THE word… THAT word.
I wonder if he is just messing with me?
Or is this real?

HIM
Who knew that one day I would do what I had fantasized about for years? Or that my best friend would insist on joining me.

I might keep her forever, though I’m not telling her that. Or that I’m not the man she arranged to meet.

I open my door and study this precious creature I’ve caught, from her toes to those pretty, tear-filled eyes.