I lost my virginity down by Gully Creek. The boy was sweet and I was meek. He loved me, he said. He loved me lots. He loved me more than the moon could hold up the sky. We lay naked in each other’s arms, the creek noisily covering all the other night sounds. I said no, and then said, yes. I drowned in the overflow of his yearning for me, I was sinking to the bottom of the creek. The boy rose above me. “Are you sure?” he whispered, but he didn’t wait for a confirmation. The parting shot was soon a memory like the whisper of his words of love.
Down by Gully Creek, I lost my virginity.
Down by Gully Creek, the boy loved me and then, left me.
Down at Gully Creek.
Written for Challenge #24
Down at Gully Creek
Flash Fiction Group