Flash Fiction Friday
2005 October 23
With money in my pocket and a stain on my skirt, I slammed the door. Slammed his door like his hand was in it, like his head was in it, like his — I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and licked my own skin, tasting the redemptive saltiness of it. Oh, he’d be howling, down on his knees for a change, down on the floor, holding himself and crying and I would laugh. Laugh like a little girl laughs before she knows better. Laugh like an old lady laughs who knows much much better. And there in the corridor, I laughed because I didn’t know better. Where would next week’s money come from after all that slamming? I touched the door briefly, stroked it like I would stroke a lover’s cheek and walked away.
That was a great post. I hope that those feelings go away. Powerful post, great site.
“laughed like an old lady laughs who knows much much better.”
I love that line.
Nice, disturbing, job.
I don’t think cc knows what FFF is ! But it was nice of him/her to hit you
good job… yeeeeowwwch
Wow, Short and powerful. Wow.
ouch.
good.
walk good.