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Sebastian and Sherice met gaily at the foot of a wind-scarred statue. The cold marble likeness of a general, whose carved name may as well have been “Anonymous”, stared fixedly at the horizon. Sebastian and Sherice stared fixedly at one another.
The embraced and read each other’s love in the Braille of their tongues. His hands gripped her hips firmly and hers the small of his back. Each pulled the other closer in the hope that simple will could render permanent the imminent union. They broke to breathe, to laugh and to sigh. They closed again beneath the raised forefeet of the general’s mount.
Fingers found flesh under up-rooted clothing and between willing thighs. Breath passed from one to the other and liquids flowed. Lungs starved of air deference to lips starved of contact. The warm, soft skin of youth pulsed before the cold stone of posterity.
Shirts and skirt fell to the ground and the night air tasted their innocent bodies. Lost in moment, lost in each other, themselves and an ideal they fell carefully onto the dry virgin grass.
Sebastian thought, for a fleeting moment, two raised feet – that means something1, but remembrance died as he entered her beneath the lichen-choked inscription, “Eppur Si Muove2”
1 – Statue code holds that: both horse’s forefeet on the ground indicates the rider survived the battle/war, one raised forefoot indicates that the rider was wounded during the battle/war, two raised forefeet indicates the rider was killed in the battle/war. This is a myth – see http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a5_074.html for full explanation
2 – “And yet it does move” Galileo’s comment on recanting his assertion that the Earth is NOT the fixed center of the universe. Brewer’s Dictionary of Fable and Phrase Centenary Edition, pg 380
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