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Saveeta Sarita

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"Hullo!" She grinned up at me from where she sat on the tiles. "I'm Saveeta."

I had been eyeing her carefully for the past hour. We had exchanged some glances from across the pool deck, her curious eyes darting up and down, examining me, studying me. And I her. We both smiled awkwardly and broke off eye contact. This happened a dozen more times until  eventually she laughed, shook her head, and waddled over to me.

"Hello. Nice to meet you" I squat down and shake her hand. The red brown swirls of a henna tattoo climb up her slender wrist.  "I haven't seen you at this pool before. I'm guessing you're not from around here?"

She starts pulling her shirt off. "Nope. I've only been here in London for six months or so... I feel pretty guilty about getting out of there with all my family safe, thank God." She smiled sadly at me. "I guess you can kind of piece together my whole story looking at my legs and my skin color," she shrugged.  "You seem like a smart boy." The shirt was off, crumpled into a soggy pile on the wet floor. She tossed her head and ran a hand through her hair to fix it. A little string bikini top. She was slightly more busty than you would expect a South Asian girl to be.

I know what she's talking about. The war.

"Indian or Pakistani?" 

"Indian. Can't you tell? I'm pretty sure I would have been stoned or worse wearing a bindi in Mudslime land." She stroked a fake beard on her chin, squinted, and hunched her back. Saveeta did her best to imitate an old imam's musky Arabic, which was spot on. "Uchk, look at this Western pagan whore. How can she dare to show so much skin! I bet she goes to school and is a lesbian. She should be beheaded, Inshallah!" 

After I pick myself from the floor and dry my tears she smiles and takes my hand and says I haven't swum since it happened and I'm scared I might drown and could you be there just in case and teach me how. A gulp and a small nod is all I can manage. 

She smiles and says thank you and she steps out of her shorts. I only saw the ends of them before, puckered and soft, but now there she is in her bright blue G-string and top and nothing else. They're very short, about the same length, brown smooth skin pulled into complex, interesting crevices at their termination. She's looking at me, gauging my reaction, and I can see on her face that she's scared, she's thinking maybe this was a mistake. She twitches them, trying to provoke me. They're very floppy and mush under her when she shifts her weight. I raise an eyebrow and say nothing

"They're disgusting, aren't they. I'm disgusting... I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable. Maybe I'll see you around some other time..." She turns to go.

"May I touch them?"

She turns her head. "Hm?" She can't believe what she's hearing.

"Can I feel your legs? I'm sorry if that's rude or weird. I'm honestly curious."

"Uhhh.... sure I guess. They're not that great, trust me. Just shorter, uglier versions of thighs."

"I don't think so. They look really strange-" She gives me a look. Shit.

..."But uh, strange isn't always a bad thing. Not better, not worse, just different." The look softens up a bit.

"You're strange," she huffs. But she takes my hand in hers and guides it over to the end of her left stump, and cups my palm over it. It's cool and the skin here is scarred and smoothed, like a worn callus. I look at her, and she nods. I give it a gentle squeeze. There is some resistance. It feels almost like a breast. I  press my thumb in a little harder, finding the short length of bone left in her limb. The end is a little pointed and she takes a sharp breath. I draw my hand back.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I look around. The woman I assume to be her mother is reading some magazine and everybody else is in the pool or drying off.

"Yea... but no, I don't know. It felt very.... ripe and fresh. I don't know how to describe it." She kneads and caresses her non-leg.

"...Do that again."

"What?"

She grabs my arm. Her eyes are hungry, alert.

"Do it again."

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Holy shit I'm alive????

Also I finally got the ol' Bamboo out so maybe I'll actually get some art done instead of just writing.

>tfw a legless pear shaped Hindu goddess will never sit on your face
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Alex56788's avatar

it's a fascinating story