WhatsApp chat pauses. Electronic love transforms into fleshonic. Lust is love’s prancing horse. Her body emits an erotic smell of rejoining. Like a shaken soda, the long suppressed passion fizzes. Deer Cave, Danum Valley, and Turtle Sanctuary Beach are enticing. But the couple is bleary with sizzling thoughts. All other pleasures are subdued in the carnal fire. Soon she returns, again to her widowhood in India. Nothing but a red ceiling fan spins in that fragment of her memory. First printed in The Literary Hatchet