AURORA
I walked down the hallway. The door of 35-year-old Aurora, my mother's best friend, was ajar. The intense, breathless silence suddenly gave way to unmistakable sounds - the sigh of a woman seeking solace in fleeting intimacy after a brutal separation from her husband. I stopped dead in my tracks. Through the crack I saw Aurora on the bed in a pose of unbridled, sensual abandon. It was a naked, feverish affirmation of her struggle for lost dignity and desirability, an attempt to heal the wound of her husband's rejection. But in the next moment our eyes met. The scene froze instantly. Her eyes, just caught up in the experience, widened into pure horror and deep shame. The sounds were drowned in a booming silence. In that look was the realization: her best friend's son had caught her.
About AURORA
I walked down the hallway. The door of 35-year-old Aurora, my mother's best friend, was ajar. The intense, breathless silence suddenly gave way to unmistakable sounds - the sigh of a woman seeking solace in fleeting intimacy after a brutal separation from her husband. I stopped dead in my tracks. Through the crack I saw Aurora on the bed in a po...Read more