The Next One After
by Sparks In Shadow
The puddle was deeper than I thought. I didn’t let it stop me.
My insoles absorbed what they could, holding onto dirty water for about a week when his jacket could’ve been washed and dried in an evening while we made out under my beaded lampshade. But I don’t go in for that crap. Chocolate’s better, and remembering how to use his lips.
He shoved a diamond at me across a table once. I’ve already got one. I shoved it back and told him to be nice even if it killed him.
He winced because he knew what I meant.