The Leper
Chapter 1
The glow of the moonlight crawled through the blinds and poured over the old wooden framed bed and over the peculiar sight of a man covered in white gauze. Through the opening of a pair of bandages were the two darkly lit eyes staring at the round piece of cheese in the dark sky. As always the dismissal thoughts filled his mind. Where was she at this very moment? What could she be doing? He shifted in the white cotton sheets to keep from his bottom falling asleep. He moaned softly, the scratchy bandages rubbing over all the sores on his body.
He was forty five and while other men his age were dealing with typical midlife crises, he dealt with a repulsive deforming disease. The old house creaked in the dark. He imagined her soft pale skin moving trough folds of bedding linen. Her smooth creamy legs in between the blankets leading up to those hips he had once caressed. That long curvy torso that proceeded to those wonderful tender breasts, the color of milk that he once had kissed and slept on. That place he loved to hide in and breathe and think of nothing else, her neck. Then those strikingly innocent looking eyes, a pool of deep brown ecstasy. And finally her dark raven shinning tresses that always smelled of natural sweetness. Then in this beautiful imagination of his love, appears a foreboding dark shadow over her. It is his hands that caress her, his eyes that take the delight of her figure in, his mouth that relishes the tastes of her soft breasts, his face that then hides in the enchanting hollows of her neck. Oh, it is that very same sinister silhouette that emerges in sight, bringing along with it that spiteful, despairing sentiment in his forlorn heart. The overbearing desperation overtakes him and the tears that involuntarily fall, sting the irritated skin under the same eyes that once had been bright with the sight of her.