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The Best of 2013

Sixty-Seven
by Big Ed Magusson

Newbies and the Rules
by Daddy X

Playing With Dolls
by Daddy X

Regular Places
by Daddy X

The Dumb Ass
by Daily Hollow

A Good Settlement
by Ian D Smith

Flayed
by M. Micheal Rakes

Breathless
by Penelope Lake

It's Too Hot for Yard Work
by Penelope Lake

Ship Breakers
by R.E. Buckley

Such Things as Soldiers...
by R.E. Buckley

Time Capsule
by R.E. Buckley

The Shampoo Girl
by Rose B. Thorny

Tartine
by Valentine Bonnaire

Happiness was his warm gun
by Valentine Bonnaire

Year of the Snake
by Valentine Bonnaire



Archives

By Daddy X
Aftermath, 70's Style
Greetings
Re-charge
Smoking Section


By R.E. Buckley
Flasher Feast
It's Just a Dream


By Rose B. Thorny
The Reason for the Season
Stalkings


By Steve Isaak
Flasher Feast
Jailhouse Sleepover

Stalkings

Flash Fiction
by Rose B. Thorny

 

Flash FictionLegs.

Shapely, well-defined.

Silky sinew leading to ­ To where?

Ascent to heaven? Or a spiraling stairway descending into hell?

Both?

Yes, both. The best of both afterworlds.

Silk stockings? Nylon? Sensual sheer? Slutty fishhet?

None at all? Nude? Bare, soft flesh ­ all the better to bleed? Decisions, decisions.

My lens focuses, magnifies the pain of her indecision, expands the hollowness of her unreality. She chooses sheer black to fill the void.

She recently acquired a fine, appropriate instrument. No common knife for her; she has a scalpel now. Perfect. I've watched her grow. She aspires to perfection, pursues it as a bloodhound tracks the hot, maddening scent of elusive prey.

I capture glinting steel. With surgical precision, she presses the blade into the fatty, white-cream bulge above the line separating dark and light.

Click-click-click

The crimson line oozes, blurs the either-or conundrum, bleeds pain, clarity.

Click-click-click

So close to her cunt, to that other wet, red darkness.

Her purpose isn't death, and yet… is that not the only truee perfection?

I focus on the silent "O" of her lipstick-reddened mouth, the ecstasy of oblivion meeting reality.

Click-click-click

Would she do the same in dying? Could I capture that perfection perfectly?

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