She’s walking in the forest, looking for something she doesn’t really know
but knows exactly what it is at the same time. She is not lost nor knows where she is. She is almost nowhere.
Ferns, their love for humidity, their spores. The forest is warm and damp; it has been raining, the smells are overwhelming. She remembers. What? She doesn’t really know. It’s dark and she walks light footed in the woods, her bare legs brushing the ferns, their humid spores leave dark traces on her skin, like velvet drawings. She can feel that he is in the forest too. Who? She doesn’t know but she can feel him, smell him; she remembers the smell… When and where? She doesn’t know. She bends down to look under the fern bushes.
He is walking in the forest. He knows it well. He carries his heavy body. His bare feet glide through the mud. He can smell a presence he knew about long ago. Who is she? He doesn’t know, but she is young and slim and firm. The smell is fresh and humid and reminds him of ferns. He walks along the muddy paths and at a certain point he completely penetrates the forest. And suddenly…
She sees his bare feet. Strong, heavy, muddy. He sees her wavy long hair that drapes down her back and over her shoulders. She slowly looks up his legs. He is wearing jeans. Her bare legs get lost in her boots, her black shorts have a big bump in front – her 44 Magnum. She stands up, she is as tall as he his. The smells start to mix. She wants to smell inside him. Inside his clothes, inside his body, inside his brain. She wants him, to absorb him, to take him in.
He is overwhelmed with the excitement of meeting this beautiful woman in the woods. He wants to make love to her, but he must not be so aggressive. He farts with joy and she licked up the smell with her nose. She crouched at his feet and she licked the mud from between his toes and he put his left foot in the space just between her shorts and her inner thigh. He brushed her long hair aside and grabbed the back of her neck with his chubby fingers. She peed from joy. He looked right into the humid black smelly hole of the Magnum 44 where the fire is going to be born. She shot him dead that very moment.