Story n.06: Contactless

Belgrade, 02:26.

Walking through the silent street,

I stopped to roll some tobacco.
A small park caught my eye.

In its center stood an old, three-layered fountain encased in a glass cube.
Two bodies sat side by side on a nearby bench, not touching—contactless.

Suddenly, one turned his face toward the other.
The other mirrored him, as if responding like a reflection, like a machine.
Then they began to kiss.

Their lips didn’t meet—only their tongues touched.
No other part of their bodies made contact.

After five or six seconds, they stopped, returning their gaze to the fountain.
Still contactless.