Story #4

She looked at the water, how it seemed so quiet with its clear blue colour. Her stomach revealed a knot of feelings, murmuring like a little beast. She noticed her breath: kind of short, kind of a little gasping and impulsive.
“And here is the kitchen!”
The man showed her the way with her hand – a most masculine hand, she thought. Now, another knot appeared, on a place she not at all wanted to think about. Instead she focused intensely on the fridge. Ice machine.

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