B is for Blue Gills

I am joining in the group  "Blogging from A to Z" .  This is a  a month long challenge to write a short story everyday and each day corresponding to the letter of the alphabet.  I have linked up the site - simply click on the name so that you might read any sort of short story from the huge line-up available.  the stories are supposed to be short so that many can be read, quickly.  Simply a titillation of talent.  Happy reading, and thank you for joining me.  

B is for Blue Gills

She watched his sinewy body flow through the reeds in the river.  He seemed to fly through the water, moving so effortlessly.  Gliding in and out of the water lilies, leaping over the fallen logs and finally darting to her side with a wry smile on his full pouty lips.  His skin glistened as the sun kissed him in the water. She enjoyed watching his athleticism, so smooth and graceful. 

Together they danced.  Swaying gently, intimately, knowingly.  Their movements in harmonious synchronicity.  The space between their bodies growing ever closer, ever so much more than just a dance.  They began to claim one another, as they had year after year.  They belonged to one another.

They danced from the deep to the shallow, their river dance.  They danced from the reeds to the rocks.  Eyes only belonging to one another, they moved to the bed.  The bed they had made together. 

A treble hook flashed across the sky, plummeting into the shallow waters, biting deeply into his flesh.  Like a grapple hook, jerking him from the dance, away from her eyes, and into the boat. 

leigh