I must say I had forgotten how unnatural some animals are. If I had remembered, I might have been more chary about introducing Laurie to them, but luckily he took them in his stride — all except the elephants, whose sheer size drew from him screams of horror. I passed them by in haste. I do not like the Zoo. I still feel sorry for the animals, as I used to feel as a child: I feel they are caged and bored and lonely. This may be a pathetic enough fallacy, but I can’t get rid of it. And this time, pausing in front of the gorilla, I noticed that it was sitting on its small square floor idly tossing up and down, up and down, a piece of straw from its bedding. From time to time it sighed. It was sick with true human boredom, that animal, I would swear it. The crowd was laughing a little at these familiar recognizable gestures, but nervously, without pleasure, without amusement. After the gorilla I had had enough: I escaped into the peaceful dark aquarium, and watched the soulless fishes, ignorantly, happily unaware of their glass confines. In the aquarium I looked at my watch. It was five o’clock. It was time to go home. The afternoon was over. It was only seven hours until the next day. As I walked back towards the exit, from the far end of the aquarium, my arms heavy from carrying the baby, past the small illuminated watery windows, I felt a sense of curious shaded peace, a knowledge that I could not stop time any more than I could hasten it, that I had merely to wait once more to submit myself to deliverance: I was through, it would be better, it could not get worse.
~Margaret Drabble [buy]
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Lev opened my legs up as I sat on the sofa, they shook in his hands. I couldn’t help it.
My skirt was working.
My legs looked dewy and fresh from the glitter cream.
I still felt ashamed but I wanted him to want me again, to erase what he had seen and start over. As he got down on his knees and moved the coffee table, he pulled my legs toward him, moving my ass to the edge of the seat and closer to his mouth.
He pushed the folds of my skirt up and his mouth down. I leaned back and tried not to think about anything else. I tried not to think about comb-overs or Polish regal eagles or dust-covered shelves. Lev looked up at me from where he kneeled and I made a face like I liked what he was doing and I wanted it.
Did Lev get on his knees for his wife?
~Karolina Waclawiak [buy]
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