Lesbian Love — Вђ“ Nr. 09

The air in the small attic studio smelled of linseed oil and the remnants of a rainstorm that had just passed over the city. Elena stood before the canvas, her brush hovering over a patch of deep ochre. This was the ninth piece in her series— Lesbian Love – Nr. 09 —and it was the one she was most afraid to finish.

Sarah smiled, a slow, tired expression of pure affection, and kissed Elena’s forehead. Outside, the city began to wake up, but inside the studio, the ninth chapter of their story was just beginning to dry. Lesbian Love – Nr. 09

Elena turned in her arms, the ochre paint staining her own thumb. "The others were about falling," she said, her eyes searching Sarah’s. "This one is about the landing. It’s about the fact that I’m not scared of the ground anymore." The air in the small attic studio smelled