2. A Test

A micro story

The moment was over before she had time to absorb it. Brief, discreet and deliberate, his lips brushed hers like a bee dancing on a flower, a single fluid motion that was more intoxicating than anything she had consumed during the evening. She wondered how a second of time could be endowed with such soul; a goodbye that unzipped her untainted morals and stirred impossible thoughts of a parallel universe. The road slipped by in darkness, her intrigue lit by the moment that had been.