Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Candy Girl

Sugar, sugar... or something like that. Whatever the taste is, it's wonderful. Her lipstick is my favorite flavor, and I don't even remember what color she liked to wear. My memories of her are always affected by light. A dark shade in blue light, a bright shade in white. Red and yellow, well, her lips just sort of blended in. They have a texture that is just... wonderful. Removing the lipstick with my own lips is my favorite past time. Excuse me, my second favorite. Maybe my third, I don't know. I keep forgetting what she could do with her mouth.

Remember the owl? The one who shows the kid how many licks a Tootsie Pop could withstand? I was the kid, and she was the owl. Lewd, I know, but I can't help it. She's all I can think of. And those damned lips. Sometimes they seem like they're not even a part of her... simply a cage for my favorite song. And my favorite tongue.

I'm doing it again. I'm sorry. But it's too much to withstand. I'm drawn to that mouth. I can think of nothing but that gentle breeze on my face in the middle of the night. No, wait... the way she whistled for her dog to come home after letting it run and swim around the lake. And the way they pursed on the edge of a thought.

Her lipstick is my favorite flavor. It's killing me. I'm watching her talk to a customer. Those lips shouldn't be moving for anybody but me. It's wrong. She starts screaming as she sees me approach. Something about a court order or some other such nonsense. Not my court, not my problem. She told a police officer a while ago that she didn't know me. But she does. We've slept together... I've watched us sleep together. I remember it all.

I catch her reflection and there's another scream. This one is almost music to my ears. Her lips are mine and their taste is just how I remember. As I work on her tongue, I wonder if I should take her voice box, as well. I've never tasted one of those.

27 comments:

  1. Jeff-this reminds me of someone I know. Twisted.

    Disturbing and hilarious all at the same time. It started out so nice... And then. Yikes!

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  2. Not since Don Johnson's twisted breakout movie, A Boy and His Dog, have I come across this twist on r=the meaning of good taste. Well done.

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  3. As always you cram so much into such a confined literary space. And still have room for lines like "simply a cage for my favourite song".

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  4. er...not really what i was expecting, gruesome. ick--and of course that was your intention.

    and speaking of A Boy and his Dog--i need to pick up some Harlan Ellison short stories; i haven't read him for well over 20 years now.

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  5. A little disappointed. I would have preferred a sensual post but then that's me.
    Ah now I'm not even going to . . yes I will . . was there a nice Chianti involved?

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  6. actualy with a korean bbq sauce its not bad...

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  7. Hannibal Lecter takes up writing.

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  8. let me guess her name was Clarice.. very well written --attraction becomes obsession-great post

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  9. This reminded me of the movie "Boxing Helena" although I don't remember the plot too well I just remember the guy cutting off all her limbs. But seriously, the writing was awesome, I was hooked. Also, read your post about Southland. I've never checked out that show but I'm glad to see you liked Life as well. I thought I was the only one who had seen it.

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  10. How horrible I was expecting something quite different, very clever of you!
    Creepy!

    Christine

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  11. Yikes! Well done . . but . . yikes!

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  12. Yes, with fava beans and a nice Chianti.

    Brilliant, Jeff.

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  13. Call me old-fashioned, but I do love a nice bit of cannibalism in a tale.
    Nicely built up to the climax.

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  14. That took a turn I didn't expect. Very entertaining.

    It has me craving lava beans and a nice Chianti. Yummmm...

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  15. A chilling tale with a lot of delicious innuendo. Cleverly crafted.
    Star

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  16. http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/13/because-she-is-plain-magpie-tale/

    I write my first magpie,
    thank you in advance for looking at it.
    you enjoy a beautiful day!

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  17. nice,
    you have talent in fiction or creative writing!

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  18. Bloody brilliant! On all levels. :)

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  19. so does merlot go with that too?

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  20. Is that you again, Armin Meiwes?

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  21. You are creepy. I like creepy.

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  22. You never cease to amaze me.

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  23. Heh, heh! After reading this, all the comments about Hannibal Lecter come as no surprise. Interesting twist, Jeff.

    Brian, Merlot is far too pedestrian for this; it really takes a nice, complex wine like a Chianti or a Rioja to do this justice.

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  24. Nah didn't like it then, don't like it now. Jingle? What drugs are you on?

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