flawnt » woman http://flawntpress.com/blog "We're on Earth to fart around; and don't let anybody tell you any different." - Kurt Vonnegut Sun, 13 Mar 2011 06:52:01 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 Copyright © flawnt 2010 himself@flawnt.me (Finnegan Flawnt) himself@flawnt.me (Finnegan Flawnt) Stories 1440 http://www.flawntpress.com/images/flawntsmall.jpg flawnt http://flawntpress.com/blog 144 144 Free Flash Fiction by Flawnt "We're on Earth to fart around; and don't let anybody tell you any different." - Kurt Vonnegut Flawnt, Story, Writing, Reading, Literature, Flash, Fiction Finnegan Flawnt Finnegan Flawnt himself@flawnt.me no no 01:46 – San Diego, California http://flawntpress.com/blog/2010/04/08/0146-san-diego-california/ http://flawntpress.com/blog/2010/04/08/0146-san-diego-california/#comments Thu, 08 Apr 2010 17:48:03 +0000 flawnt http://flawntpress.com/blog/?p=2819

― Something very strange happened to me today as I came out of the homeless shelter in the small hours. An ill wind blew from the sea and I wished I had camped out on the beach instead, but then I remembered they don’t let you do that anymore for fear you might soil the pristine waterfront. The joggers don’t like us. They want to look out over the sea and feel good about themselves before they disappear in their glass cubicles to make the world go round. As if. The strange thing that happened wasn’t a thing as much as a woman in pyjamas, who seemed to have lost her way. She reminded me of Virginia Woolf. You know who I mean and you get the picture. She drifted past me like a specter but I wasn’t drunk and I knew that she was real. As I looked, she turned round, came back and stood in front of me just like you now, only closer, much closer, so that I could smell her womanhood. Man, I was hungry, I was tired, I was sick, but that made me feel so good, I can’t tell you. She said only one thing to me hardly opening her lips, said it to my bare, stubbly face, which made me feel as if I had brushed against fine gauze: ‘You’re lovely, Gary’. She said that, I swear, she said it twice even and it made my day.
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The serious writer makes money like other people fist fuck. He is a wild man, a beast, and a connoisseur, who spells French words forwards and backwards with ease. Most of all, he is serious.

The woman at the side of the serious writer is devoted to his cause, which he never clearly articulated to her. She is tall, but not too tall, a blonde who could, in the right light, be taken for a brunette. She has a black bushel of strong, willful pubic hair. When the serious writer needs serious stimulation, he grabs her patch down there and yanks it.

The serious writer knows about the fertile time shortly after waking up from a dream. His woman kicks him every half an hour to interrupt his REM cycle: he then gets up, creates, and goes back to sleep. Because of this arrangement, neither the serious writer nor the woman at the side of the serious writer can get enough rest.

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