The Old Mill

Jera and Tom spend the whole night dancing, opposite each other of course, desperately wanting to caress each other, staring intently every now and then but being careful not to call the attention of the rest of the crowd. Drinks flow like white waterfalls but they are careful to save some of the white mist intoxication for later. No one else knows of the passion that flows through them, and to Tom and Jera, that is the thrill. When Tom looks at Jera, she finds herself in a trance, and imagines what it could ever be like wrapped in his embrace. She squeals at the thought that it might be tonight.

Across the room, the tension stacks miles high, and he dares to approach. Looking left then right, like a giddy child, she feels the air escaping her body. Tom asks Jera for a dance. She enthusiastically agreed. "Gosh!" Jera thought. His touch was electrifying, enough to jolt her waist to move, following his every rhythm, his every beat. They feel alone in that crowd, no care for what anyone might think, or say. Sweat starts to drip and make a splash when Tom whispers in Jera's ear, "meet me near the old mill." Jera smiles and mouths, "in ten minutes."

They end up at the old mill and the sky is star- filled while butterflies giggle about their stomachs. Tom professes his love to Jera. He tells her that he has never met one like her and that he desires a life shared together. Jera hesitates because she knows he belongs to another but this tug and pull is so magnetic that she burns with longing and is drawn to whisper, "yes". He lifts her chin so her eyes meet his gaze and she melts. Tom kisses Jera, slow, laboured, desperate, longing. Jera absorbs and returns the energy. He then has her, in every sort of way one can be "had", right there under the night sky and she let him. Passion flies in all cardinal directions and soon they both heave, satisfied with what they are able to take from the other, thieves bound by no prison walls.

Under the light of the stars, facing one another, Tom and Jera both shake their heads softly, and smile. The universe, however, holds a frown, for it sees far beyond what their human eyes can. It sends a ghastly wind to probe Jera to "run," but it instead the wind sends down chills and pushes Jera closer into Tom's embrace. 

The universe is furious, it does not succeed. Instead, it retreats and decides to let her feel the slaps of the oncoming red flags. Tom will hurt her. He will discard her. As sorry as the universe feels, it is what it is, and the universe decides to not interfere with free will. Thus, it sends light showers as it weeps for a heart that is bound to be broken, forcing Tom and Jera to scatter for shelter. "Poor, poor Jera," the universe laments. A storm approaches........................