The Only Difference

Her breasts are bigger. I closed my eyes and reopened them, satisfied to let post-coital bliss crawl from my toes up to my scalp, and glanced around the room, half-lit by sunlight through the curtains, finally resting my eyes back on her chest. After a few heartbeats, I closed my eyes again and breathed in the air; it smelled like hormones with a faint hint of latex and a tinge of secrecy. I could feel her eyes on the side of my head, and I craned my neck to the right to meet them. “Is she better than I am?” she asked, with a playful yet sardonic twist of her upper lip, and I paused before answering, “your breasts are bigger.”


-A short short, called a 5-sentence story, that I wrote for writing class.

-08/28/08