Hostia ( chapter 3) “Hostia” ( chapter 3)Hostia ( chapter 3) by GoldenFlowerSecret
“I am delving into it”- , he replied.
Risk, obsession, acrid taste and perception.
Rupert Valis kept staring at the marble-like table he used as occasional dashboard.
The rain hitting the ground, while the noisy traffic incorporated every sound, life, word.
The asphalt looked like a painted surface, with raw sketches left over.
She couldn't keeping herself from weeping. Her face, a middle aged beauty at large, covered in shattered make-up. Still, she carried sexual attraction, an unintentional hooking up thrown around the room. A desperate atmosphere mitigated by this strange feeling: her beauty quitting all the conversation, as if it was impossible not to notice her evident fascination.
“ Val, please go and find her. Please. I need to hug my daughter again. I can't stand losing her”.
Her breast pushing against the white t-shirt she wore. The prominent nipples against the cotton texture, waiting for a caressing hand.
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