In love with a plague doctor
A girl is determined to fall in love with a plague doctor.
Can she succeed?
What’s he really like under that dark forbidding mask and bird-like beak that covers his face?
Is he a monster?
Or is he a normal human being who is also looking for love?
I look at the plague doctor in his long black coat and hat and mask with a beak at the end of it and wonder what it would be like to fall in love with him.
I think that it’s his presence, his power, that attracts me.
He moves towards me with his cane in his hand and I wonder what he’s planning to do with it.
But he just kind of waves it around my body as if he’s searching for something.
It isn’t something that I would normally allow someone to do – except when I’m passing through airport security, of course.
And it especially isn’t something that I would allow someone to do on a first date, which I guess this is.
But I feel strangely powerless to stop him.
When he speaks it’s with a cultured English accent.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am” he says politely.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, doctor” I answer.
“Did you find anything?” I suddenly ask.
He seems puzzled.
“With the cane” I explain.
“Actually, it isn’t a cane, it’s my detection apparatus” he says.
“It looks like a cane to me” I say.
“Are you a member of the medical profession?” he suddenly demands.
“Well, no, although I did successfully complete a first aid course when I was a Brownie.”
“Ah, that perhaps explains it.”
“I very much doubt if your…how do you describe it – your first aid course as a Brownie, whatever that might mean, sufficiently qualifies you to practise in the use of the detection apparatus.”
“We learned how to tie a bandage” I explain hopefully. “I have a framed certificate to prove it.”
“That might be” he says dismissively.
“I, however, have a framed certificate to prove that I am qualified in the use of the detection apparatus.”
“Okay” I say sadly.
“I guess I’m too ordinary for you.”
“No, no, not at all, in fact I find you rather interesting” he insists.
“Me?” I marvel.
“A plague doctor finds me interesting?”
But his next words dispel any notions of romance – he just wants me for my body.
He lightly touches me with his cane – oops, detection apparatus.
I tingle with…pleasure?
“Mmm, there are certain strange airs inside your body” he says thoughtfully.
“Maybe it’s love” I say hopefully.
“Love?” he said.
“I know not this word.”
I know that I shouldn’t do this, it isn’t something that I’d normally do. I mean, we’ve only just met.
But I can’t help it.
I gently caress his beak.
And I enjoy the sensation…
“Maybe I can explain love to you” I say softly.
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