ONE-MINUTE LOVE
(An insignificant attempt to reproduce my irrevocably lost story)
Defused cold light streams from the big rectangular window. Twenty-six inches of off-white wall below the windowpane is the crest of her wavy hair. Blond open curls cascade down to the top of her shoulders. She wears a buttoned white blouse with long sleeves. The freefalling Renaissance texture of her golden hair contrasts stringently with the whiteness of her blouse. Her face slightly tilted to the right looks down. The three parallel horizontals divide her physiognomy in unviolated scapes of unsullied expression. The well-proportioned forehead section evidently doesn’t contradict her prism of the mind. Unauthorized streak of hair naughtily curtains her right eyebrow. Transparent symmetry and measurement of the shadows are nesting below the unaltered line of her eyebrows. A refined principle of subordination reflects on her half-closed eyelids, seductively bathed in a half-tone glow. The unblinking shadows of her lowered eyelids carry a piercing strain of uncharted sensuality. Clear feminine contour of her jaw line softly draws the pre-established harmony of her chin. Her expression is as if her mind gravitates around itself. Her right hand is resting on the chair’s arm. Long, pale fingers with well-kept dark manicure. From time to time they rhythmically drum over the chrome part underneath.
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This is the first page of the story. I charge a subscription of $36 per year for access to all my stories. There are 15 stories currently on my website -- ogoart.com -- and I will publish a new one each month, together with -- from time to time -- some excerpts from my novels. To subscribe, go to my website at www.ogoart.com and click on "Writings".Orlin G. Oroschakoff
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