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[NSFW] Unbloom by Kristine Hall-Garcia

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  I lie on the bed, in this room that never smells of sex, and rub one of the many surrounding rose petals between my fingers. These are sex organs too.  

    Looking down at my breasts, I feel the sex organs lying between them, and think of His. I close my eyes. Touch all of the places I think He will want first: lips, throat, breasts, thighs.

    Tick Tock.

    I strike a pose, many different ones. Which will He like the best? Which will cause Him to burn most with desire? This one. I think it’s this one.

    Tick Tock.

    He’s late. I trace the inside of my thigh, higher until I’m pushing into my garden. I ripped all the hair out today because I think that is what turns Him off. He doesn’t want a woman. He wants a girl; a child.

    Tick tock.

    My garden is dry, so I play. I want to be ready, and I have time to kill. If things don’t go according to plan, this may be the most fun I have.

    Tick tock.

    Still no noise. Only the stirring of something inside me. The breaking of the dam: honey.

    My body begs for fast—faster—but no. I am only to carry myself to the edge, not over. I build a perfect agony.

    Tick Tock.

    The front door slams. My body quivers with anticipation; I am ready.

    Footsteps pound the hardwood floor. I gasp, arch, and rest again, on this bed, in this sexless room. I slick my tongue across my lip.

    Tick Tock.

    The door opens. I moan. Husband enters, still in his work clothes. I wait, writhing and moaning, my desire still unquenched. He watches, expressionless. Why doesn’t He come to me? Is this not what every man wants? He tugs at the collar of His fatigues as if they are suddenly too tight. Three tours in Iraq, and He still loses composure at the sight of a naked woman. I smile.

    Unable to wait any longer, I crawl to the foot of the bed where He stands. I grab Him by the pants and pull Him to me. He is like a child too—scared and stiff in all the wrong places.

    I press against Him, and hope the gesture will give him confidence. Then I take His fingers and push them inside of me.  At first, I think He is going to try. He plays, half-heartedly. I moan, arch, and twist. Pretend He gives me pleasure when I was doing better myself. He needs encouragement.

    I look up at Him with smoldering eyes, hope His will do the same, but they are cold. He is elsewhere now, not with me. I bite His lip, hard, to bring Him back to me, and see something far worse than disinterest in His eyes: disdain. Why doesn’t He love me?

    He wriggles His hand free from my grasp and steps away. Fine. He doesn’t have to love me, but why won’t He fuck me? Is that not what men do?

    He walks to the bathroom and wipes my honey on a towel. Meticulous, like a surgeon, He washes His hands. To Him, I am a germ He can kill with soap and water. He leaves the room, me still hanging on the edge.

    Is it my breasts? I shove them into my back, but I can never make them disappear.

    How does one unbloom?

    I gaze at the photo of our niece at her eighth birthday party that He keeps beside the bed. Flat chested, gap-toothed, and freckled, she looks the kind of happy only a child can look, but not anymore.  

    Creak.

    The wooden staircase leading to the basement groans beneath His weight.

    Now, at ten, His niece is a frosted lily shivering in the darkness of our basement. Her endangered smile is Paper Mache.

    I smash the frame against the night table, and shatter glass like innocence.

    Girls dream of becoming women, of knowing our deeper shades of red, of riding our curves. They desire to be like us. It should not be the other way around.

    I look down at my woman’s body, and weep.

    Bastard.

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21 thoughts on “[NSFW] Unbloom by Kristine Hall-Garcia

  1. Fantastic little story

    1. The wife needs to dump that freak, report him, and get with a man that’ll please her.

      1. Yeah- a man like you Mr Deadman. You’d satisfy that all day long. 😆😆😆😆

  2. Wow. Amazing work. The ending of this story turns my stomach. It’s not every writer who can get me that emotionally involved in a story.

    1. Hook, line, and sinker. Pull me in.

  3. Wow! Great writing.

  4. Well written and extremely unsettling.

  5. Wow amazing, you definitely have are an amazing writer

  6. Aghhhh! I was drawn into that story. Aroused by it even. Which soon became increasingly uncomfortable because obvious. Shudder…
    Great story. So creepy. So luring. So sad.

  7. That was so creepy. Excellent work K. You had me start to finish. I especially loved the line “He is like a child too- scared and stiff in all the wrong places.”
    Also I loved the tormented self reflection in the end.

  8. Good story. Creepy. The suspense builds up and the ending turns the stomach.

  9. Reblogged this on Meditations on Art and commented:
    My latest flash piece is up on Deadman’s Tome. Check it out! You can help me get paid by liking, commenting, or sharing my story from their website. Thanks!

  10. A good story

  11. Good d Story

  12. Very good work! You have real talent.

  13. Enjoyed this write. Looking forward to others.

  14. As uncomfortable as it gets, the way good writing should be.

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