Monday, December 03, 2012

Contact ( II )

(continued from "Contact ( I )," below)
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Contact ( II )
It was Friday afternoon, day twelve of the experiment, when entropy reared its ugly head and ruined the whole plan.

They were in the boiler room, preparing for what would be the last of their secret workplace smooches. Hector was fidgeting impatiently as Samantha went through her "safety check," as she liked to call it. She had to be sure they were alone; if anyone were to witness the two of them being intimate, it could mean an end to her career. And Hector's, too.

"Come on, let's do it. No one's here, I promise," Hector snapped, glancing at his watch.

"Okay, ready now," Samantha said, returning to their secret corner after one final peek up the stairwell.

Hector leaned close. There was the familiar build of energy, the tickling crackle of electricity channeling more and more intensely as their lips drew together. Samantha closed her eyes, as she always did, even though she knew Hector's eyes were open.

As their mouths came together, a spark leapt to the giant water heater nearby. Samantha drew back in alarm. The last thing she heard was Hector shouting and a wrenching sound of tearing metal.


As the sun ducked behind the clouds, a chilly breeze drew goose bumps across their skin. Far below them at the top of the fjord, the water still had not finished filling the crater where the base had once been. The white cataract, appearing frozen in the distance, sent up a faint roar. Nearby a bird was singing.

"Maybe people aren't meant to have all that power," Hector said. "Maybe that was the universe's way of putting us back in our places."

"Maybe," Samantha purred, and pulled his arm around her more tightly. "But one thing's certain: I like kissing you better when it isn't planned."

Hector smiled, closed his eyes, and made contact. 


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