By d (wc042@freenet.victoria.bc.ca)
Date: 4 November 1997

strawberries

Lunch is over, she's happily full.  The waiter comes by to clear
her table, and asks an innocent question.

"Would you like dessert?" 

Her lips slowly form a smile as she replies. 

"Do you have strawberry pie?"

He nods, and she orders a slice.  With whipped cream. 

She sits back in her chair while she waits for her pie.  Sipping
her coffee and remembering.  The taste of strawberries in her 
mouth, on his lips, everywhere they touched.  A quiet murmur in 
the darkness of the morning, and sticky limbs entangling.  

The pie arrives, and she takes a tiny piece of it onto her fork. 
The smell of strawberries overpowers her, and she closes her eyes,
savoring the scent.  Then she slowly places the piece of pie in 
her mouth, and a flood of memories rush over her body.  

A gentle touch, gentle sighs almost too quiet to hear over the 
sound of the radio.  Almost too quiet to hear over the sound of 
their hearts, beating in their chests. 

She takes another bite of the pie, bigger this time, and rolls the
taste around in her mouth.  Her heart stirs, and she wonders how it
can be that strawberries are just like heaven.  And then she 
remembers his smile, and suddenly knows.