Conjoined

Laura and I had this amazing chemistry.

We walked the shingle shoreline like the

eldest of friends. When she stumbled, I

caught her hand. She didn’t retract it.

Laura asked the oddest questions. She

wondered if I believed in reincarnation.

I chortled. It was preposterous. Laura

dwelt lovingly on macabre things. She

was fascinated with death. Strange

ideas tumbled from her mouth. I was

spellbound. Augustus, we have this

awesome connection, Laura suddenly

stated. I nodded. I felt it too. It was a

beautiful, natural intimacy. I placed my

arm around Laura’s waist. We were

conjoined.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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