Reading: "I. Prologue" from The Graft of Shadows (A.Glass 2019)

 

Madison leans back into the bath, tapping his right index finger along the edge of the bathtub, he hears a sound, the water pipes. As another tenant, below his flat, is having a shower in the apartment block he lives in. The unusual sound, which appears to be from the piping, seems like an unearthly pitch of torment. Another ghost trapped between the parallel worlds. He thinks to himself in a sardonic thought, as the woman who was cooking earlier enters naked into the bathroom, holding a beer in her right hand. Madison looks up in an admiring manner, but also with a consolatory demeanor. Despite her being slightly out of focus, he studies the woman standing in front of him, looking over her voluptuous curves and full breasts. Covering his left eye with his right palm, he looks round at the rest of the bathroom, which remains in focus. Peering at the woman again, she begins to refocus for him, with her mid length dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail – with a neatly cropped mound of pubic hair which is the same as her hair color. She walks towards Madison, who is comfortable leaning back within the bath.

“Thought I'd join you,” she says, as Madison quickly points to the length of the bath.

“It's a tight fit.”

She playfully rolls her eyes and smiles. “I'm sure I can squeeze up against you.”

Bending down, she places the beer onto the bathroom floor, carefully stepping into the hot bath whilst turning around, so that she is facing away from Madison, once again, he looks over her behind, this time from the rear, admiring its shape, propping himself up against the end of the bath so that she can sit between his legs. She slowly crouches down, in a cramped way she stretches out as the brunette woman pushes in an eased way against Madison, the soapy bath water splashes up against her breasts, gently resting her bottom down, slightly turning to face Madison.

“I am not sitting on it?”

He grips, with his right hand, a slightly erect penis, lifting it upward so that it rests against her upper buttocks and lower back.

“No, it's somewhat snug between those glorious ass cheeks of yours.”

The woman chuckles whilst still leaning against Madison, trying to reach down for the beer. Seeing that she is struggling to find where she has placed the beer, he picks it up with his right hand, with his left index finger, he pulls open the top, it fizzes as its foamy center seeps out from the can's opening. He then gently leans across and lifts the can to the woman's mouth. She has a sip. He then reciprocates by sipping from the can's opening – placing the beer up onto the bathroom sink area he leans back, looking down at her breasts bobbing up and down with her visible nipples, as she also leans back against him.

“Do you believe in Ghosts?” Madison asks.

“No...Well, I haven't seen one. They've been disproved right?” She replies, as he looks at her neck and shoulders, holding up his right hand, noticing the glow of her olive skin to which his complexion is slightly paler. He kisses the back of her neck, as she closes her eyes. Despite her skin tone, her skin feels slightly cold. She exhales softly, enjoying the sensation. He lifts the beer and has another sip.

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Reading: "I. Prologue" from The Graft of Shadows (A.Glass 2019)