Dungeon (IV)

She opens the door, familiar sweet elven face registering surprise.

“Wow! What are you doing here?”

We’d met up only earlier in the week and said our farewells.

“What happened? I thought you were in Cambridge!”

“Yeah. Phhh… Zelda wasn’t pleased to see me. She said I could still stay for the night, but I couldn’t face it.”

“Oh… Aw, you poor thing. I’m sorry.”

She offers a chaste yet sympathetic hug. I can feel my tears hovering. Her long black hair brushes my face and neck, and her animal smell… Sweet, like that intimacy of feeding a horse handfuls of grass – hot, sweet breath. The child in me just longs to be held and comforted.

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