Bangs Connie

We lay in the dark of the living room hours later. The furniture had been laid in disarray. I wasn’t sure where all our clothing was. I think I’d torn some of it again. It was difficult to keep my strength entirely in check once Connie got me going. She’d fed on me intensely, and it was one of the only times in my life I could feel pleasantly tired, my thoughts slowed to a relaxed, comfortable pace. I was stretched out on my back on the floor, with her snuggled up along my body beneath one arm.


Microfiction #4: Job Placement