Burning love

She remembered that time they were making love. Both of them burning with desire, wishing to melt in the other’s body. Her hands slid slowly along his back, while his softly caressed her pearled skin. They were rhythmically sinking in a sea of desire, when their baby said: “Mom, piss!”

Stained mirrors

She had always been obsessed by cleaning. Whenever she looked at herself in a mirror she discovered small stains on it. The older she grew the more stains she could find on mirrors. She had a handkerchief ready to rub mirrors. She never admitted the aging spots of her skin.