Another flashfiction for Comes As You Are.


Wyoming, 2005.


You always thought he’d be there, like the mountains in the distance. But you saw to that–didn’t you?–with your drug-induced fling with Mr. Oh-So-Wrong with the boyish looks and acid tongue.

And when he looked at you, his eyes red, his voice low, just a whisper, asking you, “Why?”, you couldn’t meet his gaze. You couldn’t tell him you thought he wasn’t enough. You were wrong. Every impetuous carnal act aside from him had been wrong.

He bit his lip and shook his head. Your eyes stung. He slid behind the wheel and drove away towards the mountains.

end 6/10/2016

(c)S. Darlington

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