He is real. A novel. Alisa Roft

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      When I was left alone, I looked at the sea, which was playing the waves. Just a few years ago, my “invisible friend” and I were imagining how it surrounded us, and here it is in reality. With my friend, it was possible to make many wishes come true, except for one and the main thing. And without the implementation of this “main” thing, the rest began to lose their meaning and significance, until they became completely unnecessary.

      The sun was already almost hidden behind the horizon, leaving purple-pink traces in the sky. These strips of vague clouds resembled the careless strokes of a surrealist painter who depicted them in his picture with in a chaotic consistency, subject only to his inspiration.

      Misha came back. He was standing with the phone in his hand, I was looking up at him, tapping with a plastic straw on the bottom of the glass. He looked down at me, head down. In the fading light of the setting sun, his face looked more relaxed, and even sexier. I did not want to take my eyes off him, the fragments depicting what I could do with this guy flashed in my mind.

      – Anna, I have to go, they are calling me to work. – His excited rough voice distracted me from the obsession.

      – Well, we are really so late. – I said at ease. As if I had never thought about anything so unchaste at all.

      – Will you go out on a date with me? – He handed me his phone, and, having agreed, I dialed my number on the screen.

      He put the phone into his shorts pocket and looked at me with regret. His eyes simply could not help but express that feeling (honestly, it wasn’t that subconscious desire when you try to indulge yourself in wishful thinking).

      – See you soon, Anna, – he said, as he was leaving, smiled playfully and hurried on his business. He quickly ran up the stairs laid out of concrete blocks, leading up to the shore, got up and go out of sight, but not out of my thoughts.

      Having watched him go, I stood up, took my bag from the back of the chair and was about to leave, but I was stopped by the waiter, holding a square tray on his palm.

      – Shall I bring two sets of table-ware or one? – He asked, and put the large white plate on the table. Cake, with warm chocolate trails flowing from rounded edges. The cake was emanating coffee beans aroma.

      – One. – I answered, grinning, and getting back to my seat at the table. It seems that in the choice of dessert our tastes with Misha coincided.

      ***

      I was sitting on the sand at the edge of the waves, that were running on my bare feet. The sun finally disappeared over the horizon, and the first stars began to light up in the sky. A light evening breeze blew over me, wet and cool, it washed away the midday heat. By this time the beach had become almost empty, and the cafe behind me, on the contrary, had been filled with more visitors. Electronic rhythms of music were heard from its open terrace – they played the records of popular American DJs.

      I was thinking about Misha. For the first time, I was deep in thoughts about someone. It seemed to me that he was not like my ex-boyfriends, who believed that they embodied the highest value in this world. In his appearance you could find everything that can please, as it seems to me, any girl. Perhaps he himself understood it, but he behaved so naturally and openly, not trying to pretend, spoke in untutored manner, and it attracted me to meet him once again. To meet him, a simple, good-natured guy wearing a red T-shirt.

      The first impression in most cases turns out to be wrong; I won’t sin against the truth. Therefore, I should not rule out the possibility that he is actually not the one he represents himself to be. Here, for example: a pervert with secret desires, or gigolo, who can well use his looks for his disgusting purposes, well, or a jailbird who ran away from Russia.

      “Well, I’ve got carried away too much, – I said mentally. Just let things go on. I do not know when I will be lucky to have free evening, but I must meet him. To relax, to have rest, to have fun. To have sex. And I haven’t had the latter for a long time. The main thing is that this Misha shouldn’t really turn out to be a pervert, otherwise it will not be fun. Am I saying everything right, buddy? – No answer. – You decided to become a mysterious silent? Well, let’s see how long you will last.”

      I got up and put my bag over my shoulder. It was time to return home.

      Chapter 4

      Day two

      Yet another day, even if it started like many previous ones (dinner ritual – having woken up, to have a glass of coffee together with smoking a cigarette), but acquired a new distinctive feature. In my fleeting fantasies, an image of a guy from the beach appeared over and over again. And these fantasies were filled with madness and sex, causing a smile on my face to appear.

      I was sitting on the couch, at a coffee table, in my small, but cozy, rented apartment. I was holding a glass of coffee in my hand and looking at the dark surface of the drink, tried to switch to, and recall the dream that I saw last night. I spent it on the same sofa, with the TV on and bedroom door closed.

      The memory flashed as if a fragment from a movie. My “invisible friend” came to me in a dream in the form of a dog. A shaggy golden retriever (much larger than a retriever in life) was sitting opposite me in a clearing in the woods, lit by the rays of the Siberian summer sun, covered with green grass and daisies.

      – Riddle me that! Who can be the object of lust for many men, and not to have any passion for any of them? – He looked up to a clear sky, and as if by the way, he wagged his tail, knocking white-yellow flowers with it.

      – A lesbian? – I suggested, and spread my hands with palms open, lost guessing, in case he needs another answer.

      Having swallowed his silly bait, I really solved the riddle.

      – Wrong. – He shook his hairy face, and continued speaking: – I’ll give you a hint. She exposes her body in front of many at night, not bothering much, and during the day she becomes a shy virgin.

      – Stripper?

      – Not quite right. A stripper, who is crazy in the head.

      – The crazy one of us is you. – I frowned.

      – We might be both right. A crazy stripper and her off the rails friend. – He put his shaggy, heavy paw on my shoulder. – Why can’t dogs laugh? Do you know?

      – They do not know how to speak either, and you do. No more of that nonsense. Where did you disappear yesterday?

      – Come on, don’t be angry. You perfectly managed to make a good impression on your new acquaintance on your own. – He looked at me with round blue eyes, not feeling a drop of regret. – Well, when are you going to have a date?

      With sadness, sighing softly, I shook my one free shoulder.

      – I understand that you are tired and confused. But I would advise you to meet him tonight. – He smiled, exposing his white fangs, his long tongue fell out of his mouth.

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