ernesto

my flash fiction for the week, ernesto. art by Deger Bakir. you can also check out this visceral poem by Alekos, bloodied nails, it’s quite powerful.

hijacked amygdala

deger bakir.jpg art by deger bakir

You wore a skirt, it was purple, a favourite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus danced in and out of hiding. You wore high heels that made you stumble on mean streets, but this was just you dancing, you liked to say.

We walked to the local store past hawkers and taxi drivers stealing siestas on front lawns. You must emit a kind of energy that reshuffled the molecules in the air because they roused themselves each time you passed by. Catcalls and laughter were common fare but on this particular day it was, Flip up your skirt! Show us your cock! Or did you finally get it cut off? You turned your head gently from left to right, a warning to me not to respond. It’s the August heat…

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6 comments

  1. B

    “the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus danced in and out of hiding” . . . Favorite line 🙂

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  2. I agree. Some nice lines here! I like the art too! 🙂

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