Four writers for the price of one blog
This started out as a hack at #5minutefiction. It turns out not to work as well with the cue, which was a line from Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. So I messed with it and post it here as a little flasher. It’s much shorter and lighter than the title might imply. And it doesn’t have sex (sorry – I’m not providing you with much sex these days. Thank the gods for Will and Ximena), but it’s flirty, and hopefully keeps me rolling along. It also is on a theme that I’m hoping to explore with more depth soon.-M
I grinned at Rose, having gotten exactly the effect I’d been after.
“Let me see!”
In the dark club-lighting she reached for me and pushed my head to the side. I obliged and pulled my hair out of the way. With the beat, the pulsing strobe flickered to the unearthly purple of black light and Rose gasped.
“Jesus, Tor! A chain? And eek! Around your wrist too!”
She grabbed at my wrist to pull the blacklight tattoo closer for a better view.
“Whatever possessed you?!”
“Cal,” I replied looking over at him. He was talking to Rose’s beau-of-the-week, and gave me a wink and a leer. “Cal possesses me.”
“Fuck, Tor. Let me guess – both wrists?”
“Yes,” I showed her, “And both ankles.”
She looked at me like I was crazy, but also maybe with a little something else. Something wistful I used to have.
“Did it hurt?”
“Damn straight it did. The neck felt like the guy was unzipping my head from my body.”
Rose looked over at my Cal with narrowed eyes the next time the UV lights came on.
“Doesn’t seem fair. He doesn’t have anything to show he’s yours.”
“Oh, yes he does.”
She looked back at me and I grinned. Her eyes widened.
“Yes. And I bet it hurt more than my neck did. And he did it first.”
Now there was a look in her eyes I’d never seen before. Can you be hungry and sad at the same time? Oh, yes.
“Can… Can I see?”
“Rose!” I feign shock badly. I was still grinning. “Ask him. After this.”
The song and the lighting had changed, and Cal was reaching to take what was his to the dance floor.