Flash Fiction Reverberation
Being a small child in a home with four older siblings I saw and heard some things of which I should have not.
While trying to sneak into Gabriel's room, I saw a sight, a horrible sight. He was dressed in chain mail, his boyfriend tied up in knots.
In the kitchen I peered from the hall as Roland, the druggy man, with his thirsty dripping lips, hunker over two red hot butter knives, and inhale his burning brew.
From the the bathroom I hear giggles, then moans, slurpy, slurpy sounds. My sister turns on the fan and hair dryer to conceal the noise as they begin to screw.
Letemdangle Uploaded 03/02/2011