Denied Temptation

A younger man arrived, entwining his fingers with hers, wrapping his arm around her waist in that familiar way of lovers – and behaving as if he would give her the moon and stars if she’d consent to being his.

And while this unfamiliarity but desired regard felt lovely, she paid attention to the fact that an older street woman witch kissed him, yet said she would grant the couple freedom this one night.

But the dreamer didn’t want to give or take anything for temporary.

So she spoke up and told the man about the performance troup behind the bar that just then finished playing, and how she used to play drums like they did.

And then she stepped aside to take some night photos of the moon in interesting position to a neatly designed building.

With every gesture of her true self emergung, the spell he and the witch tried to lure her by became weaker and weaker.

And though she felt cold and empty as she further disengaged, she knew that she desired the real thing from another.

Better to love someone true from afar than sell herself short to someone under cover.