Swept Away (A Short Story)

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Love Stories: Swept Away by T. Coraghessan Boyle

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By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: He had the tanned, freckled clear attractive face, the sharp nose that would look adult on a boy and childlike on a man, a neat smiling mouth. He held out an arm to beckon me over. This here is Dave. Their voices were quiet and confident and they knew how cute they were, I was sure, but they wore their American ease generously.

Swept Away — a short bit of holiday reading

Dave, a lanky dude with skewed features like a crushed plastic cup, let Chris do the talking. Chris joked and laughed and by the time we got off the ferry half an hour later along with two Swedish girls, he was clearly the one who would make sure we would have a good time. Inis Mor Town was small, with white cottages and a messy quay. A bus was waiting to take us all to the hostel on the other side of the small island, but first we had to stock up at the supermarket.

I blushed, I admit it. And, riding in the near-empty bus to the hostel, I was proud in front of the other girls to be pulled down to sit next to him.

• by Anna Zaires & Dima Zales.
• Short Story!
• Létreinte du crépuscule (Nocturne) (French Edition).
• Literature through a writer's lens.

The five of us, already a merrie bande, went for a walk. The island was a knot of rock in the iron sea, bare of trees, a mesh of stone fences strewn over it like a tight fishing net to hold it together. The air itself tasted of stone, fresh and metallic as it bucketed across the naked surface of the island.

Swept Away () - IMDb

I wanted a photo of this nice boy but was too shy to ask; instead I sneaked a couple of the back of his head. The five of us rambled across, enjoying the rough terrain, helping each other over heaps of crumbling stone, feeling brave and bold and young, until we reached Dun Aengus, a prehistoric fort vacantly guarding an empty sea.

He wrote something in a notebook, a poem, stared out to sea. I feared I was intruding on some solemn moment.

The Krinar Exposé

But then he reached for my hand and turned to me, and in the vast chilly wind I felt so warm, and when he kissed me he tasted of apples. I had only kissed one boy before, my first love.

In the dorm upstairs he whispered to me, naughty gleeful things, and pulled my coat off and my shirt and when my white body was bare in the cold room he looked down at it and smiled. He had very white teeth. His body was warm, and in me rose a kind of fearful thrill, to be wanted and to be so bold, to triumph over that other boy, and to find this new beautiful one.

We all went out that night and drank pints in the local pub. Drunk, he was rough and careless; Oh , I thought as I held on for dear life. In the dark, listening to the other men snore, I swallowed my disappointment and as he breathed against my throat I stroked his face, tenderly, forgivingly.