陌生人的故事 – 女救生員

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我平常會去的游泳池裏有一個白金髮的女救生員,她的耳朵有數個耳環,鼻上也有一小粒鼻環。
她應該也是一個游泳者,運動員偏瘦的身型,肌肉卻線條有致。
她在池邊看著人們游泳,雖然從來不笑,卻有一種特別的親和力。

有一天我放假,改成下午的時份去游泳,泳池果然水靜河飛,一個人也沒有。

她在那裏,在同一張小小的椅子上,分坐著另外一個瘦小的女生。那女生是我不認得的,也沒有穿著救生員的黃色制服。她頂著一頭棕色的卷髮,像女歌手Lorde一樣,塗著深紅色的唇膏。雖然穿著一件普通的白tee,宏偉的胸部卻難以令人走漏眼。

救生員女子單手環抱著她小小的腰,頭在那女生大大的胸部上,親密的靠著。

那是我第一次見到她笑。

我跳進水裏,像上了摩打的瘋狂前進,腦子卻不能忘記剛才看到的畫面。

我愛幻想陌生人的故事,這個女生在陪自己的愛人上班,打發著平靜無事的救生員工作的時間。我幻想,在所有泳客都離開後,甚至在我離開以後,在空無一人的泳池裏。

她們脫下衣裳,一絲不掛的在水裏嬉戲。她們游來游去,穿過浮在水面上的分隔線,吸一口大氣,潛進深水處的水底。

她們互相把玩著對方的胸部,撫摸著腰,熱烈的狂吻著。不夠氣的時候回去水面,靠在池邊,面對面的。我想像到,那個女生雙腳環抱在救生員的腰間,雙手插進救生員的頭髮,停不下來的親吻,停不下來的微笑,她們相視,尋找到幸福。

轉個頭來,救生員把臉埋在女生的胸部裏,鼻環掃過女生軟綿綿的肉團,留下了淺淺的一抹粉紅。

我游得很快,這樣的幻想令我全身著叉了電一樣,二十分鐘就完成了一千米,是時候上水了。

花灑噴出很熱很熱的水,強力的水柱由上打在我的背上,因為熱,我的身體愈來愈紅,而且沒有降溫,並開始把汗水和花灑水分辨開來。

我喜歡,幻想每個人背後神祕的私生活。

The wild mind of a writer

Have you heard of the famous lesbian drama called the L Word?

At the very beginning of the drama series, there was an author called Jenny. She moved to LA with her boyfriend at that time, and noticed that the couple next door were lesbians. Eventually, she hung out with the neightbours and turned into a lesbian herself, or better put, she discovered this she had always been one.

Of course she cheated on the boyfriend, as all dramas in the US seem to do, and got with girls after girls. The boyfriend was devastated, as he was hoping to get married to Jenny and have a simple life. There was a scene, where the boyfriend spoke to the lady whom Jenny cheated on with- Marina, that struck me most.

Marina told the boyfriend that Jenny was a writer, and a writer always craves for epic experience in order to write something sensational (paraphrasing).

Is that what all writers need to do? Wanting life changing experience, craving for emotional outbursts, messing up their lives in order to turn all these powerful feelings into heart-warming, mind-fucking stories.

Ever since I saw that epidosde of the L Word, this proposition was imprinted in my mind. An ordinary office worker might never write anything as provacative, simply because the crave for stability numb our senses, as much as the administrative tasks and mundane chores do. It is only when our senses are heightened, and we ignore any consequences, are we able to see and feel differently, and write something that grasps the readers’ hearts with mysterious power.

Life as a writer is really difficult in my opinion. In search for topics to write about you feel utterly alert about the surroundings as well as what is going on inside your soul. You constantly over analysing everything to the extent you lost the ability to view life as its purest form like scientists do.

Over thinking has slowly become a second nature to me. A casual flirt with a complete random person boosts my imagination and often gets wild. When the whole drama is over and done with, espeically over time when you hardly remember the name of that person you once felt strongly for, it all became a bit of a laugh.

Oh well, at least I turned it into a juicy story. If I could choose again, between being a scientist and a writer, I think I would not dare to change at all. Life is just so much more colourful like that!

#yolo no regrets.