Copyright © 2007 Joe Wilson
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Something in her, and in her past, made her want this experience, and want to succeed. She had wanted it for as long as she could recall. In the mirror she saw the intensity on his face as he watched her reflect on what lay ahead. She wanted to do it for him, too. Her eyes met his and held for a long moment. He stooped to the sectional and picked up the pink, long stem rose he had given her on the plane. He stood behind her and, in the mirror, she could see him reach out. Pita felt its petals float down her spine and over her cheeks; it continued down her left leg. She closed her eyes. The soft petals gently traveled up her right leg and, at her shoulder, the rose touched her lips and finally rested. A thorn pricked her shoulder, perhaps to remind her of what lay ahead. But when she breathed, its fragrance offered tenderness, too.