#14 Their Days: Exposure – This weekend?

Monday

Sam:

Somehow we’ll see this through, be off of here, and be together, me and you. It’s what I think of most, the times we have to come. I see you in my mind, try to imagine how you look, your hair, your clothes, what you wear beneath, what it would be like to feel the softness of your skin. I so need to see your smile, to hold your hand I’ll not willingly let go. I think of the things we’ll say, the laughter, the fun, how at ease we’ll be, as us.

Erin:

You say such wonderful things to me, Sam. Where do you get all of these lovely words from? You must have such an amazing imagination, I dare not write the things I’m imagining!

Sam:

I have an idea or two about what we could do this weekend; to explore each other a little, to see where we’d like to go next?  I’ve no idea where you live other than it must be quite close to London, as I am too. I’m quite flexible, what day and locality would be best for you?

Erin:

Are you going to share these ideas with me? I would love to know what sort of places you enjoy going to. Do you think we can do something casual that doesn’t involve booking anything as that would seem a little too formal for me.

Sam:

Erin, of course, informal is fine for me. I enjoy all sorts of places, it’s who you’re with and how you feel that matters. We will have a great time, just let me know where and when?

Erin:

Sam, you’re so right it’s the company that you are in that makes a good night out. Sometimes if it’s not a nice place but you’re with a person you really want to be with it makes everything okay.

 

Tuesday

Sam:

I didn’t sleep well last night. I had this niggling thought that you are going to back out of meeting up this weekend. Thankfully daylight has cleared my head. So, Erin, I’ll ask again, where and when works best for you?

Erin:

This has all happened so fast though. Don’t you think we should slow down and really talk about us and our feelings? I really don’t want this to end but I am also scared it will all fizzle out if we rush things.

Sam:

Come on, Erin, do not falter. Have faith in your feelings, and in mine for you. We’ve taken a long time to get to this moment, a time in our lives when happiness is ours to have. Have the courage to meet and through our smiles, our eyes, our spoken words you will see we are truly right for each other, not for a while, but for ever.

Erin:

When you put it like that you make me believe that everything is going to be alright. I so hope that you are right because I really believe that you and I have something very special. I ache for you, Sam.

Sam:

Erin, we are very special, an inseparable part of each other. It will be so wonderful to see you. I can’t stop smiling at the thought of being with you soon, I feel so happy, my eyes are misting, overflowing with all I feel for you. We are so close, just a few days away from being all we’ve spoken of on here.

Erin:

I have never come across such a romantic and kind hearted man as you, Sam. I know I couldn’t ask anything more of you. I’m trying to be strong, yet I’m so anxious, please be patient with me.

Sam:

I’d be really disappointed if you still have any concerns about me, especially now. To be honest I find it hard to reconcile what we feel for each other with being on here, we don’t need this site surely?

Erin:

We will have to sort something out that is for sure, something that is good for both of us. I agree that messaging, good as it is, is not enough.

Sam:

Oh please don’t get too enthusiastic, I might actually think you are keen to meet!  Amazing after all you’ve said to me. I thought we were there, but it seems just nearly.

Erin:

Sam, please, it doesn’t help you being sarcastic with me. It’s really not something I appreciate, okay!

Sam:

Is that really the best you have to offer?

Erin:

I’m sorry, Sam, I don’t mean to be difficult. I love what we have here. I guess I can be immature at times. You know so much more about life than me, you see things how they are but I still have things to learn. I hope you won’t give up on us and that you’ll guide me to you.

Sam:

I won’t give up on us but you do need to accept that we need to get off this site and keep in touch directly. I realise it took a lot for you to admit you may have things to learn, we both have, not least to have complete faith in each other.

Erin:

Well, yes, I can see that but I am not willing to come off of this site until we have met up in person.

Sam: 

Erin, our future is in your hands. It’s up to you now to do the right thing for us. We are not strangers yet you treat me like one. It’s time we moved on, one way or another?

Erin:

I am not treating you like a stranger, you know I’m not. That is quite a hurtful remark for you to make, Sam. Just be a little patient with me, please, I’m asking for just a little more time.

#13 Their Days: Exposure – Almost there

Sunday

Sam:

Erin, I’ll hold you to that, and every inch of me. It will be so wonderful to see you, the woman I believe you are. I can’t stop smiling at the thought of being with you soon. My heart is thumping as I write, we are so close, just a week away from being all we dreamed. This is our time now; we each deserve to be happy, to be in each other’s arms.

Erin:

Your message really has made me feel somewhere between laughing with sheer happiness and crying with emotion. Sam, I don’t know what you are doing to me but I can’t get you out of my head. I fancy you something rotten but at the same time you have become my friend – there’s no one who understands me the way you do. I know that being in your arms will feel where I belong. I can only hope you feel the same.

Sam:

I feel as though I’m walking on air, in a world with only you. You to me are beyond a dream. I ache beyond belief to see you, to hold you close, to kiss your lips. Where I belong is where you are – my future entwined with yours.

Erin:

I think you are too good to be true, I don’t mean that in a horrible way though. I just mean I have never known anyone like you. It does feel a lot like a dream, as if it can’t be real that a man like you exists, that a man like you wants me.

Sam:

I’m real, I’m yours. I exist to be with you, to share your life, as your man, your friend, as whatever you need of me. Another week, I hope and pray it will be the last I have without you. My only wish, my one desire, is to make you happy. We have a future, a good one – please let’s make sure we happen.

Erin:

Do you really believe we can bring that much happiness into one another’s lives. I know that I am happy now but can it really last?

Sam:

It can and will Erin. Be strong, hold on, till next weekend then I’ll be strong enough for both of us and you will see that, yes, all this has been worth it, and yes we are really meant to be. Do not weaken, we have almost reached out far enough to touch each other, just imagine how wonderful that will be! Put your trust in your feelings for me, as I do yours for me. I am absolutely putting my faith in you to bring us together.

Erin:

I will be strong in the knowledge that you are there both with me and for me. I’m sure that all this will be well worth the wait. I keep having to pinch myself to make sure that I’m not just in a lovely dream.

Sam:

I so want to be with you, every day of waiting now is almost too much to bear. I am absolutely committed to you; you are my girl, my perfect woman. I would like to start my life afresh with you, us as a couple, sharing life together in every way.

Erin:

Heavens that is such a powerful statement to make and I feel a little nervous to be honest. I do want you as much as I have said I do but I do worry that you are putting too much in to us. Have you even thought of the possibility that when we meet I may not be what you have conjured up in your head and then you would feel let down. I am sorry if I sound a bit negative but I really do need you to keep your feet on the ground.

Sam:

I understand what you are saying Erin, I do see where you are coming from. I realise that for you our romance is something you hope for but until we meet is not a given. But you know Erin there is no way you could let me down, as you say I know you, you have become my friend too as well as the woman I adore. When we meet, nothing that I see or hear from you could ever change that. What lies ahead for us will be good I’m certain, and you are right, we’ll take it step by step, date by date and enjoy the pleasure of being with each other.

Erin:

I know, I feel the same, but I really want to make sure that this is real and not just the first flush of a new relationship. I want this to work and not be a fool again.

#10: Exposure – So much to talk about

Saturday

Sam:

And you are telling me what exactly?

Erin:

I’ve been looking after a friend, a girlfriend, who was once my lover. The night of the Saturday you came home from Greenland we were forced off the road; the car rolled for what seemed forever. I had just a few cuts and bruises, my friend not so lucky, concussed and broken ribs. I’ve had to deal with her being in hospital and the police, and to help her recover she moved in with me. I couldn’t leave her on her own and I couldn’t tell you; I wasn’t sure you’d understand?

Sam:

I’m numb. I have no words I trust myself to use.

Erin:

I don’t know what to say now. I’ve been so nervous waiting to hear from you. I’m frightened that you are going to walk away. I need you to stick with me. We can keep going, can’t we?

Sam:

The thing is you do not need me to keep going. When all is said and done, I have a flaw – I am a man. You do not need me as a lover, you have one and she’s a woman.

Erin:

Please, Sam, be the man I’ve always hoped you are. Yes, it’s taken a long time for me to realise, but I definitely want you and in every way possible. I’ve done nothing wrong, just held back that I’m a little different. I like men and women, some men like that.

Sam:

Done nothing wrong?  I am sorry, but how can you say that? You’ve said so much of me being a part of your life, yet you kept me at arm’s length while going through this. What of your female lover? Are you sure you want a man? Are you really going to go straight for me because I do not want to share you.

Erin:

I can’t become straight; it doesn’t work like that. I’m bisexual, it’s in my DNA. Come on, Sam, you’re the scientist, you should know that. When I am with someone male or female I am committed to them, and I choose to be with that one person exclusively. If we decided to do that then I would be with you.

Sam:

This is so crazy, so absolutely mad; I need to know what you expect of me.

Erin:

I know how you feel, and you know how I feel. The only thing that remains to be seen is if I am worth the trouble you obviously think I’ll be for you. No matter how right I believe we are for each other, my life is more complicated than most. I can’t change that. If you felt the way you say you do about me you would understand and accept me, no matter what the circumstances.

 

Sunday

Sam:

Deep within you there is a place of peace; breathe slow and easy and you will find it: where your heart and mind can meet to show your truest feelings. Relax and close your eyes, let your worries float away to leave you as one with your passions and desires. If I am there with you, in any shape or form, there is a chance for us. If I am nowhere to be seen or felt within you then sadly the day has come for you to let me go. I have done this often and you are always in me. I see you all the time, but I ask you to honestly tell me if I am in you too.

Erin:

I tell you honestly, Sam, you are in my heart and I never want to lose you. It is you I wake up thinking about, you who I eat lunch with and think about, and you who I go to bed dreaming about.

Sam:

We have so much to talk about. Time and circumstance are not our friends but for both our sake I want us to work. I so want to hold your hand, strange man that I am.

Erin:

No, you are not strange at all. Holding hands and giving each other a little squeeze is what I need more than anything right now. I just worry about being in your world and yes you being in mine too; us being over before we’ve begun. We will both have to be so careful and take care to make us work. We will get our time, I am sure of that.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posted Monday & Wednesday]

#9: Exposure – Need to tell you something

Wednesday

Sam:

I fear this could be too little too late? My heart is screaming at my mind, what have you done, she is the one. My head is throbbing fit to burst, but slowly a warm flow is reaching that awful cold place my man logic erupted from. I cannot promise it will not happen again, but my heart now has me firmly in its grasp. It does not want to risk losing you again.

Erin:

You have had me in agony waiting for your reply. I want you and only you. Your heart is right, ignore your doubts. You can’t truly love if you have doubt in your heart. There is no doubt in mine.

Sam:

I felt so tense opening your reply and so completely overwhelmed by what you said; I keep re-reading to be sure of the implication of your words. I’ve been so selfish; I do not think I had ever taken in just how deep your feelings for me are. I always hoped but never thought you could feel the same way about me as I do for you. I need you, Erin, I always will.

Erin:

Your message has brought tears to my eyes. I’m being silly now, aren’t I? I just feel so strongly for you.

Sam:

You are not being silly; our hearts know better than our minds what we are to each other and become so frustrated with us that they are letting our bodies know through tears and aches in need to be relieved places. My body is tingling as I type, my senses so heightened at the thought of your touch, the whole of me so wanting the whole of you.

Erin:

You are such a romantic – I absolutely love it and everything you have said. I pray once I am in your arms and we are looking into each other’s eyes, everything will be perfect for us.

 

Thursday

Sam:

There is not a day you are not in my thoughts; you are a part of me. You are the one who opened up my heart and showed me how to feel. I realise I’ve made mistakes, that I suffocated you with emotion, that I did not give you room to breathe. I hardly let myself breathe. I know very little but sense and feel so much. You are real and out there somewhere, I am out there too and always will be for you.

Erin:

You are just unbelievably good at this, aren’t you? I so don’t understand why you have not been snapped up and appreciated in the way I intend to. Let’s just take things slowly, Sam, and you’ll not regret it, I promise.

Sam:

I can only wonder what is so wrong, so sensitive in your life that you need to be so cautious. It’s what you mean by slowly, I know. Still, I have your promise and sense it’s not given lightly.

Erin:

I know the onus is on me to change this, and I will as soon as humanly possible. Until then I ask you to please trust your senses, and your well-placed judgement and feelings for me.

 

Friday

Sam:

I do not want to lose you. There have been too many words, too many feelings, too many tears, for us to fail now. I do not want to hurt you, and I do not want any more misunderstandings. I know I want you, but how? You hold all the cards, yet they’re now so shuffled out of suits I think you do not know how to deal them. There are only two that matter: a knave and his queen, his reason to gamble that one day she will share her world with him, her king. I’ll say no more for now, and trust to fate, and the hand she gives.

Erin:

That was so well said, please hold on to your belief in me; I have come too far to ruin everything. Sam, I pray so much that all this is real. I am scared, but I need to tell you something that you need to know.

Sam:

Don’t be scared, Erin, there’s not a thing you could say or show me that would ever make me feel other than I do. You are and always will be the woman I desire.  I just know we’ll get on fine, share endless laughs and pleasures, and that we’ll both have similarly sensually mischievous minds. You never cease to touch me when you show my words touch you. Please tell me whatever you feel I need to know, and while I wait I’ll ask you, in the time honoured old-fashioned way, to step out of the shadows and walk a while with me.

Erin:

Your words have wrecked me. I can’t stop crying; no one in my life has ever touched me as you have. Sam, the only thing I want to say is yes, but first I have to lay myself open to you.

Sam:

Erin, it’s now very late, and I’m tired, but I will not end this day until I give you a chance to say what you feel you need to.  I guess there is a man involved in some way?

Erin:

You have got it wrong, Sam, it’s not a man, it’s a woman.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posted Monday & Wednesday]

#8: Exposure – If only this was easier

Tuesday

Sam:

Hi, Erin, I’m at Heathrow, just waiting for a taxi. Should be home in about an hour. Do you want to meet up? I don’t mind where. It’ll be easier to talk face to face, don’t you think? Hope to see you later.

Erin:

Sam, lol, your timing; I’m waiting for a friend to call me back. I’ll probably stay with her tonight. I just need someone to hold me, and to get a little drunk with. I’m not coping too well on my own. Good to hear you are home though.

 

Wednesday

Sam:

Good to hear I’m home? You are completely confusing me! I am trying to help you but you do not seem to need it? I thought we had something, yet you can’t wait even a day for me. You’ve got me thinking!

Erin:

Can you just slow down a bit. I am feeling really overwhelmed with all that’s going on and I need to be with someone I know, that’s all. Look, Sam, you are getting too heavy too fast, and I can’t cope right now, okay.

Sam:

I really feel for you, you know that. Whatever’s going on in your life right now, little if anything, seems good. I can’t say I understand because you’ve still not told me anything. We have something good, don’t we?

Erin:

I really don’t know what we have if I am being honest. I think I have feelings for you, but I can’t deal with them right now. I’m feeling pressured and I hate that. You are truly a great guy but I just feel, I am so sorry to say this, that you are suffocating me. I just want things to slow way down. Please give me space to sort myself out. Sorry.

 

Thursday

Sam:

Where did that come from?  It was only a couple of days ago that you said you don’t want to be given space and now I’m suffocating you? Not for the first time, you’re not making much sense to me. We both know that we need to move forward and for me it needs to be this week.

Erin:

Okay, well, I am reading that and thinking you are not really as into this as I am. Yes, I know that we have to move to the next step and that’s what we’re trying to do, aren’t we? If only it could be a bit easier, that’s all!

Sam:

I sense real desperation in you which makes me so annoyed with myself that I have clearly failed to earn your trust.  Such a shame as talking to me would be easier than you seem to think. Believe it or not I am the kind of man who listens, the kind of man you will have never spoken to before.

Erin:

I do find it hard to open up about problems but that is because I have had it thrown back in my face before. I’m sure you are trustworthy, but maybe it is my own courage that’s the problem?

 

Friday

Sam:

We both appear to be struggling. I try to be a decent man for you but admit I find my self-respect waning being on a site like this.  My mind says you are unable to give, yet my heart says otherwise.

Erin:

Okay, cards on the table. I want to be with you; I mean everything I say to you, but I also feel pressured by you at the moment into moving on so hurriedly! It’s not really your fault I am feeling pressured, it’s in me to react to pressure so I apologise for that.  But please understand, I am not having a go at you, I am just asking you to let me sort myself out, in my time. I will be with you, I promise you that.

Sam:

Sometimes I wonder if you actually believe some of the seemingly credible excuses you come up with. Why don’t you simply have the decency to say that you enjoy the fantasy of messaging and that though you may believe it at the time, when it comes to the reality of commitment in any form, you are incapable of showing it. I feel such a fool to have let you mislead me.

Erin:

I am not at all sure how I respond to that message! Nobody is saying you are a fool, but you are not truly giving me the time and space I need. I keep telling you I hate being pushed, but you keep on doing it. Please don’t be like this; I hate that you think I don’t trust you because I do. I promise you, it will all be worth the wait, and one day we will laugh about this.

 

Saturday

Sam:

My heart is leaking you, my every nerve on edge as I tell you that I am not able to go on like this. This site for you is a sanctuary; for me it is a prison. I have said and done all I can to bring us together but failed. Erin, there is nothing else I can do. To stay on here would be torture. You probably cannot see it but you are pushing me away, pushing me beyond the limits of what I can take.

Erin:

Come on, please don’t be like that. I didn’t realise you feel I am pushing you away; this is just madness. We have a good thing here; I don’t want it to end.  I really care for you, and will make it happen soon. That is if you still want me?

 

Sunday

Sam:

I am not going to message for a while. Maybe if you re-read your messages you’ll see what I see, someone who cannot bring herself to give anything for us. Your reasons, no doubt good ones, but I wouldn’t know.

Erin:

Okay, well go then! Honestly, I am totally gutted that you can just leave me like this!

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posts on Monday & Wednesday]

#7: Exposure – Somethings wrong

Friday

Sam:

Hi, Erin, I got back home as the sun rose and had to head straight for the garden. I’m so in need of colour, familiar sights and sounds; most of all I need to be back in touch with you. I felt my face brushed by a breeze and wondered if it had touched you too. Maybe I’m just a little crazy… missing you. These past ten days… well, mostly nights, have been quite surreal. Every time I closed my eyes and slipped into a sometimes troubled sleep, I felt you come to me, hold me close and ease away my fears. Perhaps it was just my wishful thinking, yet when I woke to find you weren’t there, I sensed you near, as if an angel waiting, to come down again to me. Somehow I know that you are well, but I’ll ask you all the same – how are you? How have you been?

Erin:

Hello, stranger, I’ve been very well, thank you. It sounds to me as if you feel as I do, that you have been away for far too long. To be in your arms, my body close to yours, feeling your warm hands and breath on me would be my idea of heaven. I’m a little too naughty to be an angel… hmm, I like the idea of coming down on you. What are you doing at the weekend? And please don’t say you are going to be disappearing again.

Sam:

Hello, you, I’ve missed your cheeky ‘hmm’s. I’ll be around a while, apart from maybe the odd day or two. As for this weekend, no plans other than to be free and easy, exposing myself in every way to the joys of English weather; immersing myself in nature’s palate. No doubt I’ll have a glass or two of wine and let my every sense go where they need to. How about you?

Erin:

Oh, you know, it crossed my mind to spend some time with you.

 

Saturday

Sam:

Can you believe it? I fell asleep and didn’t see your message until the small hours of this morning. I had to get up as I was just too restless. I’ve not showered at three am before but, it’s weird, I feel as if I need to be ready for something? I should have had the nerve to tell you my every sense needs me to be with you this weekend. You’ve blown my mind saying you want this too,  but I can’t help thinking something’s wrong. Are you okay, Erin?

Erin:

Oh, Sam, thank God I’ve managed to catch you on here. I’ve just popped home to freshen up and get a few things; I’ve been at the hospital all night. Sorry – got to rush, I’ll tell you about it later when things have calmed down a bit.

Sam:

Hey, Erin, what’s happened? Look, just let me know if you need anything, anything at all, okay? A kind voice, a silent presence, someone to kick and scream at, a hand to hold, arms to hug you, a shoulder to lean on… Just remember you are not alone; no matter what you’re going through I’ll be there for you.

Erin:

Thank you so much for saying that, just knowing that you are here and that you care is making this a little easier for me. Sometimes I think I am being laughed at from a great height and it feels too much. I am so glad I have you, Sam.

 

Sunday

Sam:

How are you this morning, Erin? You must have been awake most the night. You only need to ask and I will come to you. Maybe today you’d like to talk?

Erin:

Hello, Sam, you are right; it was a long and lonely night. I could have done with some strong arms around me and a warm body to cuddle. You are lovely and I know you are only trying to help, but it is just so hard talking about personal things when you feel you should be coping and you really aren’t.

Sam:

I can see it’s enough for you that I am here and I’ll not push. I’m sending out every vibe I can to try and touch you.

Erin:

Oh, Sam, I wish you knew just how wonderful you are and how much you lift my spirits. You truly are my rock. Somehow you understand me like no one else does.

 

Monday

Sam:

Another day, and I’m not sure what to say other than how are you? I guess it would seem strange if I just turned up to be with you. Now is obviously not the time to try and explain our relationship to anyone. I can’t help but be very worried about you and all you are going through. Perhaps it would be for the best for me to give you more space to cope with things in your own way?

Erin:

Yes, some people would probably think that we have a strange relationship, but I don’t care about that. I don’t really want to be given space if that means I won’t hear from you as I’d hate that. Try not to be worried about me as I don’t want to be a burden on you.

Sam:

You could never be a burden to me, please don’t ever think that. Crap timing as ever, I’ve been asked to be in Brussels on Tuesday to report back on what I got up to in Greenland. I’ve been booked on a flight this afternoon, but I will be back tomorrow night, I promise.

Erin:

I really do believe that you are the one in a million man that every woman believes is out there for her but never thinks that she will come across. Well, I have been lucky enough to find you. I know that you care and want to help me, but you must go and do your thing. I’ll be okay and as you said I do need to deal with things in my own way. I’ll tell you all about it when you get back.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posted on Monday & Wednesday]

#6: Exposure – Who the hell is Erin?!

Greenland

With hail ricocheting off the wing, backsides bouncing on their seats, her hand gripping his, painted nails digging in, not daring to breathe, let alone speak, his brain exclaims shit, how’s this thing still flying?! As wheels touch the ground and spent air is released through every orifice he strains to hear her breathless whisper. “Sorry, Sam, your fingers are bleeding.”

Sam grins as he looks at his deeply scarred hand. “When I said get a grip I didn’t mean quite so literally! At least this one is already ugly.” Amy gives his hand a kiss; a trace of Sam’s blood merges with her lipstick.

Both give a nervous laugh as the pilot nonchalantly announces, “Welcome to Kangerlussuaq International Airport, gateway to the Greenland ice-cap.”

With all formalities done on board, they step out into the lacerating cold, wind whipping hail almost horizontally. They bend into it as they stride the five hundred or so paces towards the blue frontage of the yellow signed Arctic Venture Air-Ice Laboratory. Its sheltered door opens to reveal a beaming smile and a Nordic accented, “Welcome to AVAIL.”

Sam introduces Amy to Liv, the resident project coordinator, though to everyone who stays here, she’s known as the Angel of the Ice. “We are pleased to have you here, Doctor Styles. Professor Nighy, of course I know well – I wish you luck!” Amy throws a knowing look at Sam, who, with a smile, shakes his head at Liv. “Ha, I see you know him well enough. Good as I have to ask you to share a room.” With a mischievous glance at their widening eyes she adds, “But with two beds of course. That is okay, yes?”

Amy quickly responds, “No problem at all.”

“Of course, Liv,” Sam replies, and with raised eyebrows continues, “Amy, no candid camera shots, okay?”

Liv and Amy burst out laughing and exchange knowing looks.

The thud of back packs being off loaded from a pick-up truck move them on, Liv watching with affection, the wayward genius and the animated young woman who so obviously adores him. They find their packs, steaming in the hall and drag them into their room, number four.  With their overnight things laid out, hers neatly, his…well, the opposite, they head for the communal kitchen, both starving.  Their luck’s in: the local crew have knocked up spaghetti bolognaise as there’s a full house tonight, all new arrivals –  French, German, Canadian and American, the latter all from NASA.

Sitting round in twos and threes, introducing, enquiring, and above all listening, the game all scientists play is on. Sam, the master, times to perfection his “hello” and “see you later”  as he moves about. His reputation within their world invites him in, and his charm and wit engages. Being British is his trump card; he plays them all to win.  He takes in everything, as heard and how it’s said, reading bodies, sensing vibrations from minds that have no idea he’s picking, extracting, sifting to give his the sharpest edge.

He spots Amy out of the corner of his eye, and can’t resist a smile. Amy, the natural distractor, eyed up by all, male and female tonight, it seems. Her charms are more obvious – the way she moves, the way she touches ever so briefly, and he is not immune. He says he loves her mind, the quick and lateral way it works; their chemistry says much more.

In the everlasting light time moves on with no sign other than the heaviness of eyes. Amy takes the lead, dissuades all carnal simmerings with a “With him” when asked which room she’s sleeping in.

Sam whispers, “Well done, though not sure you’ve done my reputation much good.”

Amy cups her hand to his ear and breathes, “You should be so lucky. We need to go, make our excuses.”

Sam yawns. “Time to turn in, an early start and all that. Goodnight all.”

Back in their room, Sam locks the door, then rubs his hands excitedly. “Right, get them out; let’s have a good look at them.”

“Hey, steady on!  Oh, you mean the devices.” A red-faced Amy bends and retrieves a multi-pack of gum from her lap-top bag underneath her bed. She unwraps a stick, and passes it to him.

Sam can’t stop grinning. “Brilliant.” He sees instantly the practicality of the disguise … insulation, protection, adhesion, gaseous permeability, and white.

“Just don’t forget and chew the damn things, okay? We don’t want to be analysing you for explosive emissions, do we!” Amy teases him, as she basks in his single word acknowledgement of her ingenuity.

Sam holds the gum stick at arm’s length, end-on, breathing deeply, as he rotates himself slowly in the natural light streaming through the window from a now windless grey-blue sky. Half a turn made, a faint pulse, a flicker, the nano-probe senses something. He nods his head, and she gasps. “What the hell have you eaten?” He looks at her, his face unreadable. He’ll never tell her, but she’ll find out; she knows this device’s secrets.

Three am it starts, a strangulated guttural sound, “Mad … Mad … Mad …” Her name … Madeline, part suffocated in his pillow. It’s three years since the nightmares began, three years since he lost her. An accidental fire, no one’s fault, the investigation concluded. Sam’s never believed it. He blames himself; he did not do enough. His scars say otherwise. Those on his body have healed, those inside are still weeping.

Amy stands over him, naked. Her instincts take over; she lifts the duvet and spoons herself against him, her lips upon his ear, gently easing words in, bringing calmness to him, as she’s done before, departing before the man he’ll let the world see awakens, with no memory of the night, save a tingle in his ear every time that she is near.

Standing in the shower, Amy’s tears flow away unseen, her vulnerability exposed unashamedly. Her muscles tense as her lips just want to scream how could he?! She’s surrendered everything to be with him, clinging on in hope that the day will come when he awakes to find her, and that it’s her name on his lips. Her scream breaks free, “Who the hell is Erin?!”

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – ‘Their Days’ – posted on Monday & Wednesday]