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Subject: {ASSM} Wilting Matilda (mf Flash)
Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2003 20:10:05 -0400
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I hope there are those out there that enjoy reading flash stories as much as
I enjoy writing them.
* This story is published here by kind permission of Ruthie's
Club, where it first appeared under an exclusivity period for six months.
<A HREF="http://www.ruthiesclub.com/">http://www.ruthiesclub.com</a>
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Wilting Matilda
By Desdmona
284 words
"I saw that neighborhood girl you used to be sweet on, Sonny-boy. She was
propping up the stop sign on Jefferson."
"Who?" But I knew the answer. Matilda.
"That Jackson girl. Dingy hair. Yellow dress. Wilting Matilda, you kids
called her."
Kids can be so cruel.
It was a lazy summer. We were at the creek. Matilda took off her dress and
jumped in. She was fearless in her tattered slip and cotton panties. She urged
me to be fearless, too. I hesitated in teenage angst, but then she gained her
feet and rose up, waist high in the water. Matilda had honest-to-God tits, rosy
nipples that puckered and poked at frothy cotton. I stripped and joined her.
She let me touch her, first in the water, and then later, while we lay on the
bank. Our bodies shivered together in man-made wet. She was my first. I
thought I was hers. "Matilda."
"Yeah, that's her. I reckon she learned how to put out after that."
No, she learned before that, but I wasn't about to tell Pop how I'd stood
heartbroken, listening to Josh and Todd and Derek boast over fucking Matilda and
how her 'flower' was starting to wilt, thanks to the three of them. "What was
she doing, Pop?"
"The same thing they all do on the corner of Jefferson. Selling."
"What were you doing?"
"Buying. I done my time in marriage. Now I get it the way I want. There was
no guilt or shame in his words, only matter-of-factness you couldn't argue
with. "She wouldn't take my money, though."
"You screwed her anyway?"
"I have to take what's offered for free, don't I, boy?"
"It seems everybody does, Pop."
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