Hello, hello, hello my brother and sister bloggers and writers. The Old Soldier has a sexy flash fiction story for you in this Friday’s edition of The Gazette. Yes, I have a man and a woman…Well, why give it away? But I want you to notice that this isn’t some cheap porn story. There is not one vulgar word in the story. The characters are fully developed, as fully developed as you can have in a very short story.
There is dialogue. The story is a perfect example of “show don’t tell.”..
The snow continues to fall in Pittsburgh. But there is nothing I can do about the weather; so there’s no use in complaining. Remember, the next edition of The Gazette will be published on Monday. Have a good weekend.
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This is the Old Soldier reporting from Pittsburgh.
It was a Saturday several years ago in downtown Pittsburgh. Paul Bremmer and Colleen Hammond sat opposite each other in a booth in a corner in the back.
“No,” he said. “You’re wrong.”
“Five years and you want more time,” she said. “I’m sick of it.”
“What the hell does he have?”
“No, he doesn’t have you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
A sliver of September sunlight crept through the big window up front. Several workmen sat on stools at the bar up front. The TV above the bar was not on. On Saturdays these workmen worked only half a day, and now they sat at the bar eating a spicy chili con carne and drinking bottled Iron City beer.
“Lou,” one of the men said. “Put the Pitt game on.”
The bartender said, “It ain’t time yet.”
Paul stared across the table at Colleen. He said, “Have you set a date?”
“Whenever I’m ready. A civil ceremony and then in June a church wedding. He wants a big one.”
Paul looked down at the melting ice in their glasses. “Are you crazy?”
“You hardly know this guy.”
“He works and he wants me.”
“I work.” He looked up at her. “I want you.”
Paul Bremmer was thirty-five years old. He worked as a shift supervisor in a downtown fast food restaurant. The company medical plan covered eighty per cent of any medical bills he might ever have and he belonged to the pension plan. He got three weeks paid vacation a year. He had four thousand dollars in a passbook savings account, two thousand in a five-year CD and he had just opened an IRA. In two years he could pay cash for a newer used car without destroying his passbook savings account.
“Oh, Paul,” Colleen said. “We would be so good together.”
“Too much overhead.”
“I’ll be there.”
“You’re part of the overhead.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
He slid around to her side of the booth. She wore a short dress with no pantyhose and sleek white sandals were on her feet. Her legs were smooth, lightly tanned, strong and tapered long.
“What,” she said, “may I ask are you doing?”
“Is he what you want?”
“You’re what I want. Paul, what on earth are you doing?”
“Relax,” he said. “No one’s paying attention.”
They sat side by side. She picked up her glass and held it with both hands in front of her face, her elbows on the table top. She put the glass back down, sat back against the leather, slid down a little to tilt her hips upward with knees apart and the palms of her hands down on the table top.
She said, “If anyone has to use the restroom…”
She said, “I don’t believe I’m letting you do this…”
She said, “This is so perverse…”
She pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle her sounds. After a few moments she tensed…and then she slowly relaxed. A faint flush suffused her neck and face. He held her close, kissing her mouth, cheeks and closed eyes as she leaned weakly against him.
Up front, the legs of a stool scraped the floor. Paul and Colleen composed themselves. A workman glanced at them on his way to the bathroom.
Paul said, “I just wanted to do something crazy like we use to do.”
“You know it thrills me. You know it turns me on.”
“Does he know it turns you on?”
“He would think it was vulgar.”
Paul laughed. “It is vulgar. It’s cheap and vulgar.”
Paul took their glasses to the bar for refills. The bartender turned on the TV and then said to one of the workmen, “Now are you happy?”
“I got one hundred bucks on this game.”
“I don’t bet.”
“Ah, Lou, where’s the spice in that?”
The bartender took Paul’s order. Paul paid and then went back and sat opposite Colleen.
“What just happened,” Colleen said, “what we just did doesn’t change anything.”
“Does it get me an invite to the wedding?”
Sunlight flooded through the big window up front. Colleen Hammond looked down at her fresh drink, dipped the first finger of her right hand into the drink and then circled the lip of the glass. She kept dipping and circling until the glass began to sing.
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