Virginity

Originally written for the National Association of Writers’ Groups, 100-word flash fiction competition. The story below was the winner.

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“Tell us how you lost yours,” says Janet.

“I bet you lost it really young,” says Alexa, she stops herself “I didn’t mean to say you’re a slut.”

“You’re such a spastic, Alexa,” says Janet. Everyone is laughing generously.  

But I know I am a slut. I’m drunk. I’m angry at the bride-to-be sash around Janet’s torso. So I tell them.

“I’d known the guy for years. I was 16. It hurt. I was bleeding. The usual stuff. Afterwards, he said to me, ‘Clean yourself up quickly. I don’t know when your mum is coming home.’

I said, ‘Thanks, Dad.'”

 

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