I gave myself to him over and over again that afternoon like a
wanton, revelling in each touch, each caress, until spent, we dozed
in each other’s arms. A curious lassitude crept over my limbs, and
my consciousness fled to the realm of the dream king.
The beating of wings woke me. That, and the muggy breeze that
stirred the curtains. The sun was long gone and I sat up, my head
heavy and my body leaden, aching all over. A flutter of
black-and-white feathers drew my attention to the pied crow perched
on the sill.
The bird’s harsh calls were loud in the enclosed space of my
one-roomed home. Then the creature exploded into flight, gone in a
frenzy of wings. Memories oozed to the fore, of limbs entangled, my
skin creamy against Jonny’s darker tone. Burnished eyes sought my
own and
