Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Almost

by Ari Collins


She told me, "Get a grip." I'd stopped suddenly, a bead of sweat dripping off my nose onto her chest. The look on her flushed face said she knew why. I'd been imagining she was you.

I got a grip by imagining I was making love to her. Almost like I was really there.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Those last two sentences (lines if you will)...white gold.

Ari Collins said...

Thanks! I've had varying opinions on the ending, so it's always gratifying to know it worked for someone other than me.

Jackson said...

Well, at the bare minimum it worked for at least two people, 'cause it worked for me too. This is a strong story.

Sonja said...

Make that three. Worked for me too.

Sebatinsky said...

Dammit.