Vague Thoughts With Anu

From the waist up, he guessed she was 50, maybe 55, but that was pushing it. Her tanned skin made her look perpetually roasted, which most likely contributed to the premature wrinkling which he based this estimate on. But then again, what did he know. He was young. His face went back to zero after he smiled, the worry lines on his forehead were as fleeting as the troubles in his life. Age was not a concern to him. 

She wanted to shake him, to scream “Let me be yours!” From the waist down, she wasn’t a day over 40. Lower still, from her knees to her feet, her bare-buttered feet, the kind that seem like they haven’t been walked on for years, she was as sprightly as a middle-aged mistress. Of which she was determined to be for him. At 45, she felt young, alive, bursting with desire and affection for this man-child. She guessed him to be 25, but at her age, any distance between 20 and 30 seemed trivial.