The rain beaded on the windshield and scattered the light from the full moon, mottling her face with dabs of gray like an impressionist painting.
I wanted to make love to her, but how could I? She is a work of art, a masterpiece to be venerated from a distance.
Alex Markovich gets his best story ideas in the middle of the night.
A beautiful, intelectually exiting piece, Alex. I would change “make love” to “copulate”, should you want my humble opinion. Cheers, Victor