Alphonse

Alphonse spent three years making direct eye contact, standing too close, touching me whenever he could.

But he didn’t know with whom he fucketh. Imagine playing the lottery and accidentally picking the wildest card of them all.

His bold actions intrigued me.

I always met his gaze, matched his posture, dared him to take the next step.

C’mon then, bring it.

A dark cloud loomed over his head, its name was “Dilemma”.

As a karmic figure, I am The Revelator. Bringer of dilemmas, creator of moral paradox, challenger of rules, the watch tower in a world of dark secrets.

Alphonse didn’t know with whom he fucketh and now he’s too close to the fire. He has a life and a wife and a business. He’s a good boy; loves his mamma and his brothers too. He talked the talk and walked the walk for twenty-eight years but now the usual won’t do and he wants more.

Uh-oh.

The cost of admission is words.

Tell me what you want.

He wouldn’t, and didn’t understand that silence was futile because I could read his mind.

I’ve never seen anyone in so much moral torment because of me. It was flattering and heartbreaking all at once.

Round and round we went. Secret looks and touches, stealing moments alone that went nowhere. I have the patience of Job, try me and see.

Torment is a powerful force on dwindling willpower.

Then on a cold day in October he says, “I’m in.”

And just like that, the world got different.