Fiction: Coincidence

Anissa Sboui

Anissa Sboui


It all started two weeks ago, when Linda, a pretty woman, finally sent a friend request to a handsome middle-aged man. She knew a few things about him. He was the talk of the town with his devastating shows. Since Easter, they became intimate lovers. The lady was eager to start discovering a mysterious plunge into a male-dominated world. She had always told herself that falling in love was like being burnt at the stake. He admired that alluring face on the new female friend’s profile. A couple of days later, via messenger, he inquired about her plan…

-I’m missing your smiling face. What a perfect company! What if I meet you in person!

-My heartiest thanks to you dear friend, meeting you in person would be a nice inspiration for me. Your words have lifted my spirit up. I’m too sensitive to have my body shiver whenever I look at your inviting smile on the photo. My strong, tender and innocent heart will be either flapping in high skies or smashed into small pebbles when broken. -You have to be treated with great care and gentleness like the soft petals of a delicate flower… Merging this sensation with the power of jazz … What a terrific, hypnotic, alluring combination! None of us would resist the charm of the long- awaited fusion.

-We reach oneness, I’d say. Your imagery is so tempting that I’m losing control. Giving into the seduction of affinity, just as the Orchid’s petals naturally open to the warmth of utmost ecstasy, igniting more sighs under the reign of the melody of jazz to flourish and reach orgasm. Again and again, each wave is more and more powerful.

-I know it’s a dream, so let’s keep dreaming, dude. Like good music, contrast, vibrate, breathe, stretch and let it go. Action begets reaction, closing then opening, laughing then crying, softness then hardness, tension then release. Lost in the secret of dreams, the magic of your cyber surrender to make me melt, I’m feeling your awakening spell from here. Hands, tightly held together, waists, whirled around, arms, contoured with the glue that is our spilled drink, the healing bandage that remains our stuffing food…

Linda felt Goosebumps, sighed higher as this was her soul binding language

-I’m just melting, what an ecstatic moment, I’m sensing the connection right now! Look deep into your eyes at that first moment of virtually invading my frustrated body. Stare at my photo, and empowered you’ll be to carry on this crucial fusion. Get into my deepest desires, the long-entombed ones, not holding back at all: Your hugs, touches, kisses and licks are my novel companions.

She hugged her soft pillow, placed it close to her naked chest, the scent of her lipstick was downloaded on the corners of the empty room. Like a pregnant ball, she crawled to and fro, up and down, her head aches at last. Holding it between her hands, the iron cage where she used to dwell, transforms into a heavenly garden. On the grass, her body lays, stretched arms and legs, allowing her virile man to enter …

-Never hold back when you’re with me. The poem has to be written tonight by hook or by crook. What an inspiring imagery! I’m sensing your breath in, hearing your whispers of lust, telling me what you want the most, need, ache for. I’m reading your mind when we’re both enthralled by this dreamy adventure. My feelings reach you with no borders. I guess for the first time in many days, I have such a quiet morning. I’m lucky I’m yours flesh and bone.

-Oh, darling, it’s all because of me that you’re shivering out of ecstasy. The new invader, it’s amazing how much I enjoy being in touch with you, truly. You’re to blame for the crazy moment I’m having with you, baby. The force of dreams is felt from here, from afar since my charm has crossed oceans and conquered seas. The image of me not holding back at all is amazing. Fantasies know neither deserts nor frontiers. It’s just charming eyes and a virtually irresistible smile. We’re melting again and again, more and more, deeper and stronger, closer and firmer… The verse work has to be composed, otherwise I’m on the verge of getting mad for this imagery has wrapped us in barrels of love making … sleepless nights…

Their oneness was heard, their luscious bodies tasted like strawberry juice. In the rhythm of jazz, feeling so connected, so in tune, the melody of the mutual sighs translated Linda’s being overprotected in that knight’s arms. His charming puppet she was, in need of a sweet conqueror to drown her agony. Holding her close, safe, warm and true had left her amazed at the sensation, so perfect, so needed, so overwhelming, open wide to contain him and never let him flee…

Dr. Witherspoon held his mobile phone. With trembling fingers, the face of his muse bobbled up, he wanted her to drag and drop more comments on this memorable encounter. The hottie ceased interacting … The new male friend couldn’t take his breath away, liked her abrupt silence … Leaned to the woody back of his swaying bed. With the smell of jasmine, the vogue for penetrating her poetic realm was titillating. Evident was his move to explore her textual bastion.

- Variety is the spice of life. Time to pamper myself with a call for your feminine voice, I know how unbeatably talented you’re, but I want to hear that treasure from the horse’s mouth.

Linda appeared again, connected, thanked him for the nice words, wavered at his captivating profile photo, and shared her poem on his enigmatic inbox.

-I just read it the first time and need to go back and fathom it again. Your voice as a woman writer captures your profound intelligence and bespeaks an ultimate sophistication. Your appreciation of the sensual is crystal clear. Not a typical romantic poetess you’re, much more powerful the same way your internal life is…

-Yes, that’s me, dude. Complex, I am, like a literary work by great figures whom Harold Bloom classified under the rubric of the ‘canon’. Unknown, I am but one day, my poetry will invade the west…

-I mean it when I said I’m going to read it many more times. But I already find it resonate intellectually and viscerally with our growing flame. I’ll be honest, I want to be alone with you, experience the deepest, most intense passion. What if I taste this with you, darling!

-Thrive on fantasies. My mind is swirling with such intense dreams about you. I can’t get enough of a gorgeous person like you, and can’t help blossoming through this emotional adventure. I’m so intrigued by you, profoundly aching for you. What if you pay me a visit one day and be for me… -Keep this on your bucket list. I mean it when I say I’ve been away from your country too long. Think about it, darling. Just try if you can. I’m drawn into your openness. What a unique coincidence!

- A special union. Something celestial was there to combine us for good. Sudden passion, tethered to the heavenly chance, does corroborate with that first word we exchanged in favor of furnishing our virtual nest…

-Fate is undeniable. Destiny has been toying with us. Let’s turn the messenger communication into a real one. I’m now filled with such yearning to see you, talk to you about innumerable things, and give into lust as it overtakes us…

-Let’s skip the carnal ecstasy. I understand your being curbed by certain norms. Though it may not come true, I’m impatient of holding you closer, whisper love words, embark on a divine fusion nonstop until we become dizzy. Never stop doing that for me. I’m thirsty to fulfill that so softly and warmly.

-To follow you guiding me to your sincere pleasure. I’m yours, do whatever you want. I won’t object or hold back… Totally overt, transparent and uninhibited…I know I’m safe, surrounded by the warmth of your language, contained within the bastion of that gift, fitting well…

-Love the way you pamper me, you’ve brought joy to my dull days. I need to teasingly smack you, to savor your pleasure building, to gently explore, plow more and more, kissing every bit of you, feeling your body responding to my licks in just the right places…

-How fast and true this passion is. Our connection has been sealed with a meeting of our minds, a look into each other’s virtual eyes, my ejection inside you, my heartfelt wish. We put our mind, soul and hearts in it. It reaches us and pulls us into understandable, original, intriguing realities and fantasy timelines, Our souls have already gone head over heels, without direct contact, we can’t resist, won’t resist, admiring those poetic eyes, kissing your breasts, feeling your enslaving nipples harden at my gentle licks, trembling together … Souls, set free …

The two lovers carried on the daydreaming challenge … Months later, Linda couldn’t reach out to her prince. She sent … shared … sang … danced … heard the jazz’s sound … Timeless connivance … Terrifying connection, suspended … Whisperings upon deaf ears … Souls, walking down the dark funnel … A filthy wolf, devouring the goat’s beauty … It was an awkward November night … Divisions preceded revisions … She had bitten off the departure with a fake smile … Cursed back bad luck … Cancelled the circuit of the shuddering requests … Blocked the game of a Belladonna throbbing texting … Switched off her cellular … Gave up propagating love out of the ashes of pipe dreams ….
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Bio: Dr. Anissa Sboui 
-A University teacher and poet from Sousse, Tunisia
-The writer of Transcend (2018), Rebirth (2019) and Number One (2020), The Co-Avid Breath (2021), Hurricane (2022) Two short-stories, entitled “Alone” and “Coincidence” 

- Her poems featured in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, The Writers’ Club, Galaxy: International Multidisciplinary Research Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Medusa’s Kitchen, The 2020 Annual by the Elizabeth River Writers,
Valiant Scribe, and Literary Heist

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