Saskia and Rahelja

For a while I've been wanting to start incorporating my (very amateur) creative writing into my blog. When I write, the words tend to flow easier for me if I use a pen rather than a keyboard. So, some of this has been written in notebooks and on scraps of paper here and there, when I wake up or however I can get it down when it comes to me in a coffee shop or on a train. I feel as though I'm trying to get across a kind of childlike wonder and a sense of freedom in these words. I might continue it at a later date, or I might leave the two women to form lives together in your imagination :)

SASKIA AND RAHELJA

Looking down at the gleaming waterhole below, she briefly wondered what lay beneath it's silky surface before Saskia took her hand and gently pulled her off the edge of the sturdy rock's edge. They plunged into the velvety warm water, falling deeper until all they could see above them was bubbles and scattering fish. Finally, after what seemed an eternity beneath the translucent blanket, they could push themselves upwards towards the baking sun.

Saskia's laughing voice pierced through her consciousness as though she was trying to pull Rahelja out of a deep dream. "Hmmmmmmmmm?" She smiled and closed her eyes. She wanted to stay in the moment a while longer, savouring the feeling of freedom, intense joy and delight that the water dripping over her dark brown body provided her senses.

"I said, do you want to open the lunch box now or later? Jeez it's like I don't even exist! Who ya thinkin' about, Anita or Em? They both have eyes for you..." She playfully splashed in Rahelja's general direction, and the sparkling water, although flying high in the air between them, barely dropped a drip near her. Rahelja's ice blue eyes changed with her suddenly playful mood and sparkled as vividly as the water Saskia lazily splashed about in.

She moved slowly and stealthily over to Saskia, who by now had started floating leisurely with her eyes closed, humming softly. Her long cherry hair billowed out behind her under the surface of the water - she could see tiny cream coloured fish darting in and out of her curls. Her pale skin, below her neck, took on an unearthly blue tinge. She looks like some kind of dangerously mesmerising mermaid queen, thought Rahelja, with a sharp intake of breath at the sight.

Recapturing her playful mood, she drew up next to Saskia. She readied her hands beneath the blue-tinged body, and at once tipped Saskia over. She dived underneath her and the two women momentarily held a position imititating the "Ying Yang" sign, Saskia's head at Rahelja's feet & Rahelja at Saskia's. Rahelja could see the long bright white scar that ran the length of Saskia's right leg, from a cycling accident when she was 15. She was riding in a group of 10, and only 5 survived the bloody chaos that followed when the semi-trailer had hit them on the long winding desert road. One of those lost was Saskia's childhood sweetheart, Melanie. Saskia had told her about it beside a campfire while battling tears and Rahelja had held her through the cold night, as if her touch could burn all the stabbingly painful memories into non-existence. Rahelja turned around and kissed Saskia in the last few moments of breath they had left. Then they both quickly twisted away from eachother to tumble and rise, coming together above the surface with heads touching.

There was no need for words now. Lunch was forgotten. The two beauties, the pale redhead with the scarred heart, and the dark, blue-eyed daughter of the desert, held hands and walked slowly up the bank and through the gum trees to where they laid their campsite two hours before.

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