Mob
by Ajay Nair
He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose using his middle finger; a tiny, self-conscious gesture. His finger collects a layer of oily sweat. The other hand grips the paper cup tightly, though it has long run out of juice. He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy — both planned and spontaneous — that's unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
This is when Lila bursts into his vision and smiles — that smile, that smile. He can't believe it when she offers her hands to him, those hands. He drops the cup, wipes his fingers on his crisp, white shirt and meekly submits his hands to her. She pulls him to her, so close, he can taste her breath. His knees buckle and he falls to the ground. When he finds his glasses and puts them on, there are four of them looking down at him, laughing. Sia mimes her action of taking him out from behind; causes a fresh explosion of mirth.
He can feel the paper cup crushed under his body. Something oozes.
There's so much joy, so much laughter. Lila's teeth are tiny, perfect. If she were to bite him, he'd feel no pain. If they were all to eat him, he'd feel no pain.
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Author's Note
Written for the 'Little Worlds' theme at 52/250.
Ajay, see? This is what I meant when I said you are one of the best writers on this site.
Thanks James, means a lot.
Up the bridge of his nose using his middle finger.If she were to bite him he'd feel no pain. Really enjoyed this one, Ajay.Keep up the good work.Also loved the title.
Solid work, Ajay. Especially like your attention to detail throughout.
Thanks Darryl, appreciate the read.
As always Sam, it's great to read what you think.
Strong and powerful Ajay. The mix of attraction and lust so wonderfully done. I loved the juxtaposition of his finger collecting a layer of oily sweat against his crisp white shirt, because it feels to me like he's just melting from it all.
Think perhaps you mean " taking him from behind", rather than "taking him out from behind"
This one hurts. Amazingly deft storytelling. This is what I love about flash and micro fiction--a good writer can pack so much into such a few words. And you are a VERY good writer. Fav for sure.
Love this line esp, "She pulls him to her, so close, he can taste her breath."
I can feel this story, Ajay. Well done!
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Thanks Cherise, appreciate the read. Did mean 'taking him out...' - a childish prank to topple someone over by knifing your knees to the back of someone else's.
Thanks Jack The high praise is most encouraging.
Thank you Myra. Glad you felt this.
Great work, Ajay. Powerful, well executed, extremely well paced.
Thanks Christian. Appreciate the read.