This week, stories inspired by One Cool Blow. Because, there are so many possible meanings. If you think you know the origin of One Cool Blow, play along until the end of the week to let others draw their own conclusions.
Night had yet to fall from the sky. Everything was lit with pinks and oranges ringing from a central vanishing point. In a few fading minutes, the roof would be shrouded. Stars would spatter above like a droplets of paint under a shimmering full moon. An enchanted night for June. Temperate, the air tinged with longing.
Longing. That’s what sent them chasing up the stairs, through the tunnel that opened to the heavenly show. They could just as easily do it inside, behind closed doors.
On a night like this one, the act called for an injection of something more. Something daring. Something exotic, out of the norm. Thoughts that wouldn’t rest sent them to fulfill their desire. Outside. In the open. Under the falling stars with the starlings twittering by.
Nobody. They crept around the communal space, the pavers interspersed with gravel and wispy clumps of purple heather. First one discarded corner. Then another. All sheltered spaces that were too boxed in, leaving them with only one option to staunch their wanton cravings: the open center of the roof. They approached it with a mixture of guilt and heat.
Eyes darting around, she spoke doubt first. Do you think we can do it here?
But, he had already taken charge. Pushing aside obstructions. Letting his hands roam. Knowing the proper places she liked most. She ogled the sky and knew she was lost, realized he would not stop until he had the release he wanted.
MTM never doubted it was the perfect night for an al fresco dinner on the roof. For the sake of decorum, I made sure we had dessert indoors.