22

3

Flash Fiction by Beck

***Warning there is some vulgar language used that may not be suitable for everyone****

A stranger comes to town. 
500 words

The letter I wrote was brief, a single page. I couldn't muster the courage to say it in person. Maybe it was fear or shame or both. My boyfriend's sister sat with me in the back room of their house and attempted to console me. When I finished I neatly folded it up and placed it inside the envelope and handed it over. Time to take a drive while she soaked in the news I just gave her.

She didn't believe me and I didn't know how to respond to her disbelief. Time ticked off the clock as the tension thickened and the anger gravitated towards her face. Questions began to rise in her throat and each sentence that fell from her lips became a more distorted image of the mother I knew. 

My heart desperately thudded in my chest, my hands were sweaty, and anxiety twisted my gut into balloon shaped animals. I sat on the edge of my bed as I stared at her face towering over my in the door way. 

"Do you like to eat pussy?", she said. 

The words stuck to the roof of my mouth. What was I supposed to say? I didn't know what that meant. I was 14. I had a boyfriend that I had been dating for almost a year. We only just began kissing. I hadn't had my first experience yet with a girl or boy. I just stared at the floor. 

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until she stepped out of the doorway and I finally let it escape. Tears searing my cheeks, I drew in another sharp, deep, gulp of air and swallowed. I pulled myself up to stand on shaky knees and began walking out of my room and down the hallway as a whirlwind of yelling and flailing began. Our tumultuous dance led us to a small bathroom, where I felt the corner of the sink slam into the small of my back as I leaned backwards over it and gripped the edges of the counter  attempting to gain some distance as her face came closer to mine. 

Spit coagulated at the comers of her mouth, her eyes wild and wide, her hands gripping the front of my shirt as terror swept over my body. I braced myself for the impact as I  turned my head to the side and clenched my eyes and jaw shut. 

In almost a whisper with as much force as she could muster through her face warped with anger and hate, she said, "I am not going to have a fucking dyke in this family". 

As those words rang in my ears, she let go, turned, and walked away. I stopped breathing and my mind went blank. My heart was broken. I began wishing she had hit me instead. I fell to the floor and I wept.  I no longer recognized the woman standing in front of me as my mother.

Comments

Please sign in or sign up to comment.