Just One Bite
Tuesday 11th June, Story #163

Russel, first boyfriend
Looking back, I wonder how I stayed with such a prat for seven years. He was moody, selfish, played mind games. Mediocre sex. I thought he was the best I could get.
Pete, husband
I fell hard for the next guy to treat me well.
Apparently it takes twice as long as the relationship to get over it. That held true. Fourteen years in, marriage, kids... something shifted.
David
We've known each other since primary school. Never dated, never even kissed. I crushed on him for years when we were kids. He had no idea. I told no one.
What possessed me to admit it to him all these years later?
Two, three, four times that tender-stemmed treat almost broke off the branch. If I'd responded, I'd have had him. I know it. I could feel the heat of his skin, the delicious crackle between us...
Some part of me, (eleven years old, scrawny, gappy teeth) gazed across the years at me, fizzing all over. Some bit of me hissed, you'll regret not having a taste.
When I thought I was close to caving, I talked myself out of it. I've built it up in my head, it won't be that good. It'd be risking everything for a second-rate shag!
Temptation courts you. You don't resist it once. You choose to, over and over. Until...
It happened outside a pizza joint on a Thursday night. I could've said, "wanna fuck?" But I wanted the whole dance: the looks, the smiles, the touches. Dancing with the boundaries we'd made.
We tumbled into a hotel room around 2am. It was better than I'd told myself it wouldn't be.
Why did we linger outside after? Probably because we both knew, just this one time. His arms delicious around my waist, his eyes intense.
Then it goes blurry. I didn't hear the shots I 'til after I was hit. I looked down, and the world looked wrong. There's the hotel beyond my feet... blood on my shirt, my hand... And David, dying in front of me.
I'm dying, too. I'll never get to explain myself, to say sorry. And even if I survive this, I'll lose everything.
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Word count, excluding note: 366
Submitted on Tuesday 10th June at 21.47
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Comments (13)
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What? Who was the shooter? Not expected! Great story! Sad and great! 💥
Wow. Not where I thought this one was going. Excellent twist! Great short story. Maybe a minor typo? "closing to caving". Just a thought. If you have time and inclination: my latest is a short one https://shopping-feedback.today/poets/castle-o-carry%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cdiv class="css-w4qknv-Replies">
The way you scrolled through her life was realistic for both women and men. The ending was unexpected but not really, depending on the neighborhood or the no-tell-hotel. Well done!
Well-wrought! Opportunities missed and taken amount to the same: the balance always, ultimately, redresses to zero. In this case, in the form of a bullet hole...
Yayyyyyy, they died! Loved your story so much hehehehehehe
Shocker ending but I loved it! Sad, passionate and tragic (in more than one form).
Oh god. I really didn’t see that ending. Jesus. This was so good.
Every now and then you write a story that causes me to blink stupidly at my phone screen and scratch my grizzled chin. While puffing on my bubble pipe, I lumber unthinkingly into your L-shape ambush wondering if you’re about to pull back the veil and give the Vocalsphere a peek at your life. But every single time the improvised explosive devices go off and sniper fire dances about like hornets while I dive for metaphorical cover. I’m guessing if you snuck in an autobiographical story that none of us would be any the wiser. Maybe you already have! 😳
Interesting and delicious content. Keep posting more now.
Oh, how utterly tragic.
Wow a great shocker at the end! I didn't see it coming! Your twists are becoming masterful!
That was intensity definitely leading somewhere...yup...there! Stellar writing my friend.