Red rose does not smell perfume
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Author: Sha Yan
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Here she comes. She, an English girl, cold face without smile. She is beautiful, I realized. Is she an automaton?
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She is in my poetry class. I happen to involve with study of English literature and taking three classes in a local university. First year study. Classes are stressful, lots of readings. In my poetry class, I saw this girl, sitting in the first row. No, two girls, another one prettier than her, looked pure and innocent. She made me think of the classics English feminine figure I have studied in the class.
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This girl, this cold icy girl. I don’t know her name. She reminds me the another figure I have studied in my English class, the doll, the automaton. But no, wait a moment. She is beautiful as a doll, but she is not motionless. Definitely not motionless. She has long curly blonde hair. Still, she does not smile, like ice. I liked her coat, long coat reddish purplish. So I liked her new, shiny boots.
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Here she comes, and she said her name is Peter, Peter Lo, specifically. How odd? A girl has man’s name. Right, that iceberg.
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We had beers together. Guinese, “mind to have a beer”, she said. She brought a red rose with her, for me. I smelled the red rose, it does not smell the perfume. “mind I order,” I looked at her and said. She smiled. It was the first time I saw her smile. Then we had beer together.
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She looked beautiful with her splendid hair poured down like a fall. “Take off my dress,” she said to me. I tried to kiss her mouth, she moved back timidly. But I still caught her. Her lips were soft.
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She is naked, in front of me. I kissed her breast and her body. We had sex. Now she told me mildly her name with a smile, “Catherine,” she said. It was the second time I saw her smile, after we had sex. I remember her name forever.
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What is she really like? Cold, iceberg, beautiful, splendid, I am running out of words. The red rose. Is she a red rose? She presented me the red rose in the beer bar. She is that red rose. Cold as she is. She is not the automaton as I have studied in the class. She is the red rose does not smell the perfume. |