{"id":1229,"date":"2008-04-24T07:08:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-24T07:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1229"},"modified":"2008-04-24T07:08:00","modified_gmt":"2008-04-24T07:08:00","slug":"new-flash-fiction-by-sarah-black","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/new-flash-fiction-by-sarah-black\/","title":{"rendered":"New flash fiction by Sarah Black"},"content":{"rendered":"

45 Seconds and Gone<\/span>


That teacher with her smiling face, she\u2019s always, <\/span>how was your weekend<\/span>? My fist in her fucking mouth, that\u2019s how it was. I ought to tell her, just to watch her eyes, all caring and shit, get real hard and cold. Those soft eyes, that would be too fucking funny.<\/span>

So this is what I\u2019d tell her. D picked me up on Saturday night, and he was already wasted. We were gonna go up Lukachukai Mountain, just hang out. There were these guys with him. I\u2019d seen them around school. They had the shit, I don\u2019t know what it was, something clear like vodka mixed up in one of those two liter Dr. Pepper bottles. Whatever it was, it got all of us off quick.<\/span>

Me and D, we go off a little way in the woods, have some privacy. We\u2019d talked before about how we\u2019re gonna do it when we\u2019ve been going together a year, we talked some shit about getting a hotel in town with a nice, soft bed and room service, cause I was a virgin, but it wasn\u2019t like that. It was right there on the ground, those Aspen leaves brown and wet underneath me, stinking wet earth, and D pulling at me and then he\u2019s inside. It was fast, forty-five seconds and gone, and it\u2019s burning down there, and wet, I don\u2019t know, blood or something.<\/span>

The sky was cold, man, so black, and the stars up there just staring down at me like all these eyes, like all these grandmothers\u2019 eyes. They were looking down at me laying there in the dirt and the leaves with my pants off and I could hear what they was calling me.<\/span>

D rolled off and I was getting ready to heave so I crawled away next to a tree. I\u2019m throwing up and somebody grabbed me by the waist and shoved inside me from behind. It wasn\u2019t D because I could see him passed out and whoever it was, he had big hands, all rough, and I could feel something tearing, like I was on fire down there and I squeezed my eyes shut so I don\u2019t have to see. Those big hands on me.<\/span>

When he was done I just stayed there with vomit and wet leaves all under my knees and hands until I don\u2019t hear them no more, but they don\u2019t go. They was just waiting for me.<\/span>

I put on my underwear and jeans and sat down next to D. He was still passed out, his face half in the muck. There were three of them. They tried to make a little fire, but it just kept smoking, so they sat there and drank out of the bottle and the one in the middle, he passed it over to me again. He had big hands. They just sat there and watched me with their yellow eyes, like wolves.<\/span>

I ought to tell that bitch, with her soft face and her eyes all caring like she really gives a shit. I\u2019m gonna do it, I\u2019m gonna watch her eyes turn cold like those stars. I\u2019m gonna tell her, that would be so fucking funny. She asks me one more time, I\u2019m gonna tell her\u2026<\/span>



\u2022 Sarah Black has published short fiction at <\/span>Word Riot, Flashquake, Slow Trains, The Angler, Rio Grande Review<\/span>; novels with <\/span>Loose ID, MLR Pres<\/span>s; erotica at <\/span>Clean Sheets<\/span> and <\/span>Ruthie's Club.<\/span>
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45 Seconds and GoneThat teacher with her smiling face, she\u2019s always, how was your weekend? My fist in her fucking mouth, that\u2019s how it was. I ought to tell her, just to watch her eyes, all caring and shit, get real hard and cold. Those soft eyes, that would be too fucking funny.So this is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1229"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1229\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1229"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1229"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}