"So I've been studying your facial features," he said as he took another swig of his favorite beer.
Shiner Bock.
"Okay, and?" I said, worried he'd say he didn't like me.
"You're pretty enough," he said with a nonchalant shrug.
"Pretty enough for what?" I ask, anger lacing my tone.
Pretty enough for what? For him?
"You're just pretty enough. Don't get all mad."
"I'm not mad. I'm just trying to find out what I'm pretty enough for."
"Don't worry about it."
***
Was this some sign I missed? Was this in motion from the day we started talking? Did I just miss all the clues? Were these just the innocent ramblings of a drunken man?
I know one thing. Innocuous words can be a threat when hindsight is 20/20.
YOU ARE READING
Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
