The Day Room
flash fiction by Beverly
I dry out every couple of years.
nice for you,” I said. My
eyes followed the cycles of an old turntable playing vintage Sinatra. My cotton nightgown felt hot against my skin.
a first timer. You
don’t look like a jumper or blades. I figure you for gas-oven or pills. Am I right?”
what I had in mind, pretty lady.”
should call the nurse.”
all lady friends of mine. If you know what I mean?” His face went smug.
“You ashamed of what you did?”
But I was.
“Pills,” I said.
up and came over to me. With one loose gesture, he pulled me to my feet and kissed
my mouth, his tongue hot, strong against my teeth.
do you get a pass?” he whispered.
I stammered the truth. “My first one’s tomorrow. An overnight.” I
had waited weeks for it.
me with you?”
I winced. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember my bedroom at home.
The paramedics had found me naked. Not
surprising. I had been naked since the day I was born.
I could fuck him on the white sofa, or on the white
carpet in front of the mirrored wall. They all liked that.
they realized I was needy. Or
geeky. Or boring.
He’d leave as soon as we finished sucking each other dry, his curiosity
sated. I’d never see
I said. “Why not?”
This time I wouldn’t mess up. This time I’d get it right.
© 2005 Beverly
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