Replay (c) 2000 by Mike Kimera
The cybertap plugs into my skull and Julia is back.
Julia’s voice smiles warmth and sex, then I am drowning in her scent, enfolded in her arms.
Her love, always so physical, wraps me in a cocoon of affection. Kissing me, her open eyes full of promise, Julia presses possessively against my hard craving.
“So you are glad to see me” she laughs, then freezes in place.
NO” I sob as the recording ends.
Loss, as cold as her blood-drained flesh, drenches me. Death is cruelest to the living.
Needing but not wanting her phantom warmth, I press REPLAY.

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