Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Contact

by John Xero


Kyle’s fingers had no knuckles.

Sheryl yelped and stumbled backwards, tripping over her discarded clothes and landing painfully. She hardly felt the splinters from the rough wooden floor.

“You weren’t supposed to see.”

She stared as his fingers flexed like fat worms, curving instead of hinging at a joint. He pulled his gloves back on.

“You would have enjoyed it, you know.”

She opened her mouth but no sound came out; her brain was a dead line, all dial tone and no connection.

“It’s ok.” He reached for her, stopped himself.

He turned his pale eyes away from her fear.



Author bio: John Xero runs this joint. He loves all kinds of stories, whether they be huge or tiny.

13 comments:

  1. Cool and...euw.

    I like the way you made me feel sorry for both of them.

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    1. Thanks, Pete. I'm glad that worked. =)

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  2. Aw, hopefully she can get over the initial revulsion!

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    1. Let's hope so. Thanks, Mazzz. =)

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  3. In 100 words you have created a scenario of "What should have been", "What could have been", "What probably now never will be".

    And still managed to leave me curious as to what he is, and what it would have turned out like if she hadn't noticed his hands.

    Maybe it would have been better for both of them if the lights had been off, and the curtains closed, now, neither them, nor I, shall ever know.

    A brilliant flash John. :)

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    1. But where's the fun in leaving the lights off...? ;)

      Thank you, Steve. =)

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  4. Hah, sometimes turning out the lights is the best policy! Ultra-flexible fingers… heehee.

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    1. In this case I'd be inclined to agree, Larry. =)

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  5. Oh poor fella, and yet I sense her squimishness - Larry's right turn out the lights and think of....... ^_^

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    1. Hah! Think of Venus? Alpha Centauri...? ;)

      Thanks, Helen. =)

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  6. opps my keyboard is spelling wrong again I meant squeamishness

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  7. I can't help but feel bad for the guy, but still hope she can see past his burden sort of speak. If not, I agree with Larry- lights out.

    Great flash John, as always you bring a full story to life with so few words.

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  8. I'm not entirely sure he was blameless (which is the disturbing thing) and his pale eyes don't help either. But why is this?
    On balance I think she should hang onto her gut reaction ...

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