I found the following story on a memory stick I found behind my old computer desk whilst moving house recently. I thought I'd post it here so that those who don't know me might get some idea how weird I can be!!!
THE BLACK FOREST
â€œCanâ€™t you feel how I shake when I kiss you?â€ muttered the lad to his girl as they wandered through the forest.
She glanced at him coyly and nodded. â€œI can,â€ she whispered, â€œand I know why it is: I know itâ€™s because you love me like I love you - and itâ€™s all so precious and so beautiful I could swoon.â€
â€œMe too,â€ he nodded, not really enjoying such soppy emotional talk but needing to say stuff.
â€œYou love me?â€ she asked, smiling. â€œAnd to think Iâ€™m such an ordinary girl!â€
â€œI love you more than I love anyone or anything else, more even than I love myself,â€ he vowed, and she could tell from the earnest expression on his face that he meant every syllable of it. â€œIn fact,â€ he added, grinning suddenly broadly, â€œin fact Iâ€™d say you were good enough to eat!â€
â€œAnd I love you just the same, though Iâ€™d never dream of eating you!â€ she whispered. â€œItâ€™s the most beautiful feeling Iâ€™ve ever known and I want it to go on and on forever, not fading, not getting less, just better and better and better as we get closer and closerâ€¦â€
â€œIt will,â€ he vowed. â€œKiss me, my lovely angel, kiss meâ€¦.â€
She leaned towards him, her lips barely parting, and when they touched she slipped the tipmost part of her tongue into his mouth and he shivered.
â€œThat was beautiful,â€ he moaned when they parted. â€œIt was â€¦ there arenâ€™t enough words in my head to explain it â€¦ Iâ€™ve never kissed that way before and it â€¦ it was the best thing ever, like a delicious meal!â€
â€œI know,â€ she sighed, â€œand I loved the taste of you, the raw flavour of your youth â€¦ I love you, darling, the way you look at me, your smile when we talk, the moisture on your lips when we kiss, every single thing about every moment with youâ€¦â€
â€œThatâ€™s how I feel, too,â€ he groaned, shaking like a fig-leaf in a summer breeze. â€œI want the warmth of you forever and ever and ever â€¦ kiss me again, my darling, like you just did, let me feel your sweet mouth move slowly into mine, its juices mixing with mine, take me with you to Heavenâ€¦.â€
â€œOf course,â€ she sighed, and she pulled him gently towards him and kissed him a second time, this time exploring more of his mouth with her tongue, letting its flavours and warmth enter her own mouth, warming her, filling her with a new kind of greed.
Then she pulled away from him and they walked on, further into the forest, and because he loved her and because she loved him they gazed endlessly at each other, deep into each otherâ€™s eyes, and took little notice of where they were going.
Every so often either he would pause and would kiss her, or she would pause and kiss him, which was exactly what they should have been doing.
But there was something else they should have been doing as well.
They should have taken some note of the lateness of the hour and the direction they were going. Instead, darkness descended onto the forest and when they noticed that it was night and looked back to see the way home they were surrounded with nothing but the tentacles of old brambles reaching out from their hiding and the sheer black of a forest night. Here and there were twin points of green or red or yellow light as this or that creature gazed at them from strange hiding places, and maybe licked their lips in anticipation of a fine feed.
â€œWeâ€™re lost!â€ he said, horror on the lines of his face. â€œMy love for you has blinded me even as we kissed, and I have guided you from the safe paths through the forest, and we are lost!â€
She took him by one hand and smiled, though he couldnâ€™t see the sweetness of her face.
â€œThen I will guide you, my darling,â€ she whispered. â€œI know this forest well, and I will take you by safe ways until you reach your heartâ€™s desire!â€
He tried to pull away from her as if to ask her how she knew so much about this dark place and what, indeed, his heartâ€™s desire might be, for suddenly he was curious.
â€œHave no fear!â€ she laughed, her voice a musical tinkle. â€œI will guide you well!â€
He looked around again. By then the last vestiges of the day had gone and he could see her, but only just. Everything else was a Stygian monochrome of black nothing. He had no choice. If he tried to lead the way out of the forest he knew he would blunder into danger within half a dozen paces, and the twin lights shining green and red from the depths of the darkness warned him that such a move would be folly indeed.
â€œI am in your hands, though it should be the other way round,â€ he moaned.
â€œCheer up, my darling,â€ she said, laughing again, her tinkling voice sounding eerie in the black forest. â€œI know of a little cottage not so far from here, where we can shelter through the dark of night until it is safe to leave and return home with the morning light!â€
â€œButâ€¦â€ he began.
â€œTush!â€ she tinkled. â€œAnd there are games we could play, my sweet: games that lovers play! We could spend the night in Heaven with our bodies together, much closer than they have ever been!â€
â€œI should return home,â€ he said, doubtfully. â€œI will be missed.
â€œSo will I my sweet!â€ she laughed. â€œBut it is better to be under a roof and safe than out in the wilds of the black forest after night has fallen!â€
â€œMy folks may well come and search for meâ€¦â€ he continued.
â€œAnd mine, my love, but it is known that none will find us, for all paths change once night has fallen and what seems broad and straight under the light of the dayâ€™s sun becomes black and narrow and hopelessly twisted after dark! I know this to be true, so come, now, while there is yet time for us to find the cottage that I know of, and seek refuge.â€
â€œBut do you know who lives there?â€ he asked.
â€œFear not! That is the good part of the whole thing!â€ she laughed. â€œI believe that it is the home of friends of mine, and they will greet us warmly and give us a place to sleep, and we will play the kind of games together than you have never dreamed of, not in your life of dreaming!â€
â€œThen I must come with you,â€ he said, resignedly.
She laughed again, and took him by one hand again, and drew him with her through the forest.
What had been black night became even blacker night. Every so often there was the call of some bird, maybe a crow, yet there was no sight of it. But the girl seemed to know where she was going, for he neither tripped nor stumbled, merely shook with what might have been fear at wild cries battering his ears and the suggestion in the gloom of gigantic trees reaching down towards him, black on black, ready to grab him.
Then, on a moment he may well have begun to believe might never come, they stumbled towards the lit windows of a cottage.
It was the first inviting thing the lad had seen since darkness fell.
The girl laughed at him.
â€œCome,â€ she said, delightedly. â€œWe will be welcome here! For a know the place well, and my friends are warm of heart and will greet you like a long lost son!â€
She pushed the door open and stood in the open space, looking into the room.
The lad stood just behind her, and looked over her shoulder.
â€œHello mother,â€ he said, smiling broadly. â€œLook what Iâ€™ve brought for tea! Light the stove! Pile the coals high! She will roast well I have no doubt, for she is sweet of breath and spit!â€
An old woman looked up from a seat by the fire and grinned a huge crooked grin.
â€œYou have done well, my son, and will be rewarded,â€ she said, her voice thin and wavering with age. â€œAnd as a reward I will let you shag me once our bellies are full and the lights are out!â€
The girl turned, horror on her face, and tried to ask what was being said and what was going on, but the door was shut behind her and she didnâ€™t have the time on this lovely shining smiling Earth for even a single questioning syllable.
Â© Peter Rogerson 17.01.12