Illicit - May 05, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "illicit". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]

Illicit- Squiddy Geiger - May 05, 2012

She smiled and nodded, radiant and full of joy whenever she was with him. She looked forward to her time with him, despite the circumstances. When their time together was over, she left reluctantly, counting the minutes to the following Wednesday encounter.

Her days were filled with daydreams about him. Dreams of him being able to spend more time with her. Dreams of truly being together. Dreams of a life in the open, without fear of discovery. She knew it was unlikely to happen, but still she dreamed.

The Handlers were efficient, and everywhere. It was a miracle Wednesdays happened at all. They had appointments in the same building, and had arranged for them to be extended, at least on paper. Their therapists understood, and encouraged the relationship. Yes, they paid for a double session each that didn't actually happen, but it was worth it. If the Handlers discovered the deception, it would mean ruin for her, and prison for him.

She was a Synth. Human and Synth relationships were forbidden, but how could they resist? They both felt it. She'd see him at functions where mixing was acceptable, but the Law forbade touching, unless it was required to prevent injury or death.

He had a plan, though. There was no way to tell a Synth from a Human; the tattoo on a Synth's hand was the only way. He said he knew someone who could remove her tattoo. For a price, of course. With that, and forged documents, they could leave the country, and head to a country that did not outlaw their relationship.

It was not her fault that her parents were scientists in a lab, and she'd started life in a dish. She was as human as anyone else. If she could escape to Europe, she could live freely, and marry him. It was their shared dream. But first, they had to save up the money. And stay undiscovered, of course.

The need for secrecy was stressful, but almost two years of this, she was something of an expert at it. At teh beginning, she'd made mistakes, but had been fortunate that those she was speaking with hadn't noticed. He was just as stressed, but thought they should have enough money in another six months.

Until then, she would keep her head down, and the facade up.

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