Queer Garden ( #DigitalAMAwithRheea)
PureDesires
Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia.
Excerpt :
The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons:
(1) her face was twisted in contemplation;
(2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and
(3) she was fucking gorgeous.
I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange.
Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.