Flash Fiction that includes the words - Syringe Stripe Blanket
|Jen messed up my whole life, she was amazing.
Not in the kind of way that people moon over another person just because they are kind of pretty or buff or just smile at them. Jen could leave you in stunned silence.
I met her in the library. My mother was always telling me that I could meet nice girls in the library and telling me to go to the library and torturing me to meet a nice girl. I didn't want to meet a nice girl, I wanted to get in to med school, save some lives, drive a BMW.
We met at the library. She was in my cubby curled up in a blanket. In her delicate hands was a pristine copy of Crime and Punishment. My cubby is deep in the stacks on the third floor in the literature section of an engineering school. No one ever came there.
“Hi, you can’t sit here anymore.”
“Wha, why, huh?”
“Your brain is getting too full of the wrong things.”
Her place was cozy, warm, dark. Her cat was fluffy, white, and had a purple stripe from his head to his tail.
“I have been watching you all year, I am in every one of your classes, and you haven’t looked at me once. You don’t see anyone else.”
Jen unwound herself from her blanket and pressed her naked body against me.
I stumbled and fell into her couch.
She followed and brushed my lips with her neck, she smelled like morning.
Her body slid up mine and then down and I saw the glint of steel from the needle of the syringe as she grasped my arm and looked into my eyes.
I nodded and she messed up my whole life, she is amazing.