His Skin (A Love Story)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
"A lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide."

Submitted: July 12, 2012

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Submitted: July 12, 2012



Sir, like a wilting flower, sits by a static windowsill, watching passerby without notice—though, with large, fond hands; fond of touch, and of a violent elegance.Boy, bring me a drink, but in his eyes, there is a sea without shore, a knowing of salvation lost.

Speckled hands, an inversion of his, with valleys where mountains loom, rivers where roads start and then end.

Boy, akin to fawn:strong and sharp, but blunt in his tastes and therefore in possession of feckless hands.Glass is dropped, and—

Pleasure is violent as boy's delicate features flare charismatically, a lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide.


As it crashes, salt washes away all trace of blood—stasis.

"Father, you are no sir."

And he is no boy; no longer.

Bottle fixed in a set of stoic hands—in the line of a pair of fatalistic eyes—the ocean does not tear, for the man, with a steady beating heart, does not waver this time.



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