Like What You See?

Each time he logged on to his laptop, the screen showed a different scene; sometimes a beach, or a mountain, or an ancient building – that sort of thing; and always the question was asked: like what you see? If he selected yes he’d get more scenes that were similar, if not then less of the same. He couldn’t remember how he first got the app, but he kept it on out of habit. 

Anyway, he had other business – especially when he was alone in the house; then he could look for the other images, and the videos, that gave him such a thrill, especially as he might get caught; but he was careful, covering his tracks, and not going in too deep, but the temptation was always there. Then, one day, when he logged on he got a new scene.

Looking down in daylight, through tropical trees, onto a beach curving in both directions, with a view out to sea and a distant native village; and coming toward the camera an indistinct human figure. He liked the scene and clicked yes – he liked what he saw, then he went searching for his next fix of titillation; then when he next logged on the scene was back, which was not surprising, but this time he noticed a change in the scene.

To begin with the time had moved on, it was now later, and the sun had moved; also, the figure was nearer, and he could see it was a woman, wrapped in some cloth; but apart from that he couldn’t see much else. He was intrigued, the scenes had never morphed before as this one seemed to be doing. But he put it out of his mind, he had other interests to pursue.

The next day he had more time – his wife was out seeing a friend, and this time he was more curious about the scene; and yes, it had changed again, to a sunset, with light reflected golden off the water, and the woman coming closer, but the light was behind her, so all he could see was the curves of her figure beneath the cloth. And she seemed to be looking directly into the camera.

Several days passed and he was back, now more interested in the scene than what he might find once he’d gone past it. And yes, it was now night, starlit, with the lights of the distant village showing over the shoulder of the woman, who was now standing close to the camera. He sensed she was beautiful, beneath her head covering, and he longed to see her face, if only he could?

Then the question again at the top of the screen: like what you see? Yes, he must see, must see her face, so he clicked yes, now more excited than he’d ever been. She moved: the scene was coming alive! Slowly, she raised one hand to unfurl her face, and as she did so he found himself in the presence of unutterable beauty – long dark hair falling away from a perfect oval face, and sensual lips that curved into a smile. 

He looked for her eyes, and saw only dark unfathomable orbs, which made her beauty all the more terrible and desirable. The picture froze; he slowly rose out of his chair, knowing that he must turn off the machine. As his hand reached for the off key, he felt a huge surge in his chest; he was only sixty-four, too soon he thought. She smiled, and he was swallowed into her eyes.

© D G Moody 2024