“In the mornings, he would dip his sardines in his milky coffee, without even thinking about it. Ever since the light beam abducted his loved ones he had adopted a pragmatic view of life. If it couldn’t be explained, it shouldn’t. After all, it was all a matter of perception, right?
What you see is probably there and the rest is a possibility, but not a certainty. Sardines emit a sort of layered substance when they come in contact with dairy products. Like oil on water. Like petrol in a puddle on the roadside. He couldn’t care less.
As he would maul the vertebrae of the fish between his teeth his eyes scanned the surface of the newspaper in front of him, finding the most improbable sections. “President Bush Sr is proven guilty in a series of football queries” how utterly fascinating – I suspected it all along…
Sardines are pretty weird animals. They swim in schools, they have edible bones and they taste great with tomatoes – which have absolutely NOTHING to do with sardines, right? So who came up with this combination? How long did it take? Apples and sardines? No. Sand and sardines? Nope. What about taking tomatoes……? Why tomatoes?
She would watch him as he dipped, and as the rings in the surface of the coffee subsided she would wait for his sigh. She knew he wasn’t aware of it, but it fascinated her every time. The sigh was, fundamentally human. Like the sigh of a dolphin when stranded on a beach. Right. Again. Ok. Whatever…
As her mind wandered, her vision blurred, ever so slightly. Her back arched to the side, and her thighs started to remember, to forget. That humans know… when we hear and see… things that resonate…. Within… us. His sigh did this. In a sneaky way. It. Aroused… her.
So irrational. She wasn’t attracted him from the start. His fish habits initially gave her goosebumps. He was shorter, darker, lighter, lefter, righter…. Whatever. He was not what she had imagined. She would like. But. She. Liked…. him, now!
In the mornings, he would dip his sardines in his milky coffee, without even thinking about it. She would sit and watch. A warm feeling would start in her chest and spread out over her shoulders and tingle the back of her neck. Then the tail fin broke. Without warning. They usually do.
The sardine took a dive into the brown waters of his cup and disappeared. You would have thought the cup was to be overflowing due to the physics of introducing a body into liquid. That the space occupied by the sardine would press the surface over the rim. But no.
He introduced his index finger with an absent look on his face. Where the bottom of the cup would have been it continued. He pressed forward until his knuckles touched the surface. She sensed a shift in his energy field…”