Story: Urban Planning

The story below is a work of fiction.

Her hand was nestled into the crook of his elbow as he lead her down the crowded, powdered-white street. The layered sheets of blurry white specks floated down and the sight of their meandering, parallax paths made the couples’ route a kaleidoscopic adventure. They threaded the needle around the dull, gray, slow walkers like two weaving shuttles atop a wrinkled linen sheet. They came up to an intersection and the corner of her eyes spied out a place and a plot. She pressed left on his arm; one of his legs flailed up to keep his balance on the slip of the step. Her laughter tinkled out, short and gentle, but her pull persisted for her purpose. Underneath the open outside corner of the building, they were now face to face, set apart but unhidden, her brightened eyes and snowflake lashes aimed up at his. A moment of tacit tension and their raw mouths met, joined magnetically by the warmth of their twin buds of rosy flesh. Amidst the chaotic beats of pedestrian footsteps, and the capricious patterns of gravity upon tiny, frozen, falling scintilla, their organs pulsed in synchronicity and their breath became as one.