by Lucy Ludlow

Created on: November 21, 2008

The Voyeur

Chapter 1

The streetlight gave an eerie orange glow through the fog and looked as if it was something from the mind of those such as King or Craven. The silence of fog is sometimes deafening, as the world around is enveloped in its sightless, handless grasp. As if a living, breathing organism, the fog moves where it will, winding its way through valleys, mountains, through towns, across miles of country. The nightmarish occurrence is cold, sluggish, but it is as if it is advancing in slow motion, deliberately prolonging an unseen episode to come.

Almost, no shapes or shadows appear in the hour just before the sun splits the horizon in two, dividing the night from the morning...just blurry, thick fog. The sounds of distant movement in this ethereal being, and the unseen can be most startling than what, in all reality, is out there.

The morning was creeping in and the fog was retreating. Shadows and shapes became clearer and as I peered into the dense, misty matter, I realized there was what appeared to be a lone figure in the vaporous twilight. However, dual souls emerged from a passionate embrace, the kind of embrace whereby a dyad becomes two solitary figures. What's this? They seemed to be surveying their surroundings wearily. The body language spoke volumes! They were stealing away for a few moments alone! Lovers they seemed to be and both obligated to another, yet this is where their feelings had carried them, to a place of stolen passion, of forbidden fruit and licentious lust.

Ah! I knew that feeling well. I could empathize with their dilemma. On the one hand, they felt ashamed. However, on the other, the love was too great to remain untouched and forgotten. The emotions were too deep and too intense to pretend that their love didn't exist. The fog was a great blanket to hide behind, to give warmth and secrecy to a matter greater than they were.

I watched for several minutes as he touched her face and kissed her lips with tenderness and passion. I saw her body move into his with desire and trust...I remember that feeling too. Such abandon, such compelling love that doesn't recognize the danger or the pain that comes eventually. All that matters is here and now. I know that too.

I am a voyeur by nature...I love to watch. What do I watch? People mostly, but I watch movement, body language, eyes, and gestures. It all means something. Deciphering it is something else. I'm wrong sometimes, but I think 98% of the time, I'm right. It's hard being right

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