By Avra Margariti
“Where’s the condom?”
He only smiles, all boy-next-door dimples. “I don’t like the sensation of latex against skin.”
I’m a lady about it. I pull on my dress, sling my bra over one shoulder, fix my lipstick. He stands there, naked as a newborn rat, shriveled like a dried plum. On my way out I pause; he squirms under my stare.
His car is red and shiny: a cherry waiting to be popped. I key its side and ruin the paintwork. All the while looking like a lady.
If anyone asks, I’ll say I like the sensation of metal against chrome.
Great revenge with the car! Visceral. Intense. Withering!
Now this, I liked! Way to turn the tables! Wow! I’m totally impressed! 🙂
Zing!!! Nicely done.
I guess at least one male response is required. I don’t get’ where the chrome fits in (that’s not meant to be a sexual innuendo).. Jerry
Good job. Your full-story arc takes us from about-to-have-sex to “metal against chrome.” Love & revenge are two strong themes in flash fiction.