I fumble for the switch, slap it off. The only light is the flickering of the EXIT sign, staining her pink. I pretend these are your lips, your hands, your teeth digging into my skin. I let her take what is yours.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Flawlessly crafted in 42 words. Always amazes me how you do it.
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I definitely love your words and the image you’ve painted. Always enjoy reading your creativity!
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Thanks, Jen!
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Perfect title, too.
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I wasn’t sure it worked, but it made sense to me, so…
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Damn. ❤
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Slightly outside my usual comfort zone, but I’m pushing limits lately. 🙂
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This brought to mind another song: Strangers/Lovers by Ibenyi. The chorus of which is “These days will be our last.” So I couldn’t help thinking that this was the narrator’s realization and she wouldn’t do it again until it was with the right person. I’m romantical that way.
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Heh. That’s closer to the truth of it than you’d expect. Dang, I forgot to tag this one.
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I love your ability here to weave beautiful words into a scene that is gritty and raw and full of pain. The pink glow of the sign and the teeth in her skin make it real and immediate.
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Thank you!! I don’t usually manage gritty, so I’m glad it worked. 🙂
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From what I’ve seen, you “manage” whatever you try your hand at!
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Awesome writing!
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Love me some badass writing!
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I love the exit sign, too…and all those word choices that bring out the savage tone.
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Awesome – that’s exactly what I was hoping to do. 🙂
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Oooh! This is so good!
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I like the way you crafted it.
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Your words are so perfect. I am sad for the narrator.
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I love the imagery of the exit sign. Nice!
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Thanks Kathy!
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