callsforatoast
it started with a beautiful dress, and a fight, and a handsome man across the room giving a smile. she was hurting. she wasn't thinking straight. who could blame her? she fell into bed as though her heels had broken and he had caught her, and she was free, free as a bird, to fly and fuck and doing whatever she wanted - she was unbound by society's rules. it was about her. it wasn't about him - either of him, though as their nature, they made it about them when she woke up to face the consequences of her actions. how selfish.
An affair - it sounds like such a beautiful, light, airy word, doesn't it? It was a wonderful state of affairs. I went to a fair. The f, ending in a light r. It brings to mind dual images, of rich old men and cheating, heartbreak, betrayal. It's a pity.