Lilas Light.
Amid the modest houses of a middle-class neighborhood, Salvatore’s sleek black Porsche stands as an anomaly in the fading evening light. Its polished exterior reflects the warm hues of the setting sun. I am in awe and so are others who are staring at Salvatore’s car from their porch. It is calling enough attention and I quickly walk to it.
The engine's gentle purr contrasts with the ambient quiet and I enter into the driver’s seat. I clutch my purse as Salvatore starts the car and
the engine roars to life, resonating through the quiet neighborhood.
I stare at his white, crisp shirt whose buttons haven’t been fixed after I unlocked it. I didn’t just allow him to kiss me, I made him know that I had a desire for him too. Was that a stupid mistake? Will I regret it forever?
