Foot Fetish

We arrived at the meeting ready to hear reproaches. No one warned us that that afternoon we’d be the ones doing the teaching.

We’d been locked up for days when the conversation turned dangerous. His confession in the dark ended with my hands on him.

The queen ordered him hydrated, but Sofia emptied the goblet over her own foot. He licked every drop from her instep, trembling with thirst and humiliation.

I found her in the kitchen in clothes I’d never seen before, and when she brushed my shoulder on her way past, something in me that had no right to exist woke up.

Every time I walked into her bar, her eyes would find mine over the top of her glasses. That afternoon I decided I could no longer pretend I didn’t notice.