Blue-white underpants

Jessica  Tremp
Author: Jessica Tremp
Word Count: 213
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Blue-white underpants

His smell still lingered in the rooms. It clung to her body, all needy, no matter how wide she opened the windows. No matter how many times she lost herself in the shower.
The sun promised a fresh start this morning as it streamed through matted hair and dried the water droplets off her skin as she stood on cool bathroom tiles. The warmth tickled her nipples gently the way his breath sometimes would.
She folded yesterdays washing, including two pairs of his underwear and that T-shirt that always pinched a little across his chest.
She took a deep breath as she thought back to when they’d stretched out under a candy sky with bare toes like little piglets, muddy and squealing in delight as their owners lips found a million ways to move and fascinate.
Before they moved in angry lines. Before they trembled. Before tears mixed with spittle on their shaky platforms.
She held out his boxer briefs, all stiff to the touch from the sun and climbed into them. Wrapped them around at her waist and secured them with a bobby pin. She would allow herself this just for today while she used the other pair to scrub the floors and scour every last scent, dust and doubt away.

  • markgb

    markgb

    AAAAHHAAA great ending! Yea. =)))(
    I love the way you describe things Jess.

  • dogfish

    dogfish

    very vivid. :-}

  • TRACY BAGNALL

    TRACY BAGNALL

    I love your descriptions, I was there with her, wonderful writting, well done.

  • Paul Louis Villani

    Paul Louis Vil...

    Wonderful twist!
    Your words had me transfixed until I broke out in a smile as she scrubbed the dust, scent and doubt away! :D

  • Lisa  Jewell

    Lisa Jewell

    Speechless…....

    Hugs XO

  • jtaft

    jtaft

    The last line especially is magic!

  • PJ Ryan

    PJ Ryan

    how gorgeous .. i love the daks with the bobby pin LOL

    truly magical xx

  • aglaia b

    aglaia b

    so wickedly good. lol ;-) xox

  • shaktipat

    shaktipat

    oh how i do adore the way your words move in so many ways – whimsical and swirling, raw and jagged.

  • Allison Lane

    Allison Lane

    Magic! I was scrubbing with you…

  • Holly Ringland

    Holly Ringland

    ouch…

    this made my heart hurt jess… in a beautiful sweet way.

  • Sorina Williams

    Sorina Williams

    you have a way with words! Love the ending.

  • greeneyes

    greeneyes

    love the ending

  • Geoff  Coleman - Landscapes

    Geoff Coleman...

    That beautiful juxtaposition of competing needs at the end is part of what makes you such a stunning writer Jess – so poignant.

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  • mstrace

    mstrace

    you made me feel as if I were there, inside the memory of him as you stood in the bathroom. and then putting his briefs on while scrubbing gunk off the floors with his other pair…brilliant! such a beautiful mind you have, such a way with words...

  • yt sumner

    yt sumner

    beautiful darling. I liked her so much. Especially her need to clean. meh. xx

  • MissKristy

    MissKristy

    Oh Jessie..
    “with bare toes like little piglets, muddy and squealing in delight as their owners lips found a million ways to move and fascinate”
    How divine! I really identify with this piece.

  • Hayley Cafarella

    Hayley Cafarella

    beautifully descriptive…great twist :D

  • jomei249

    jomei249

    Love the ending!

  • brianjarvis

    brianjarvis

    v v clever, lmao.

  • Trish Cooper

    Trish Cooper

    Jess…...you truly are a gift…....wow, a magical, mystical, muse….with such extreme talent!! Hugs!!

  • Jeff  Burns

    Jeff Burns

    You have one amazing talent you are so gifted.
    Never stop doing anything that you do. Please. Wow

  • greeneyedlady

    greeneyedlady

    oh, jessica…..you have so aptly described what we all really already know….the scent of memory cannot be washed (or wished) away easily….wonderfully poignant piece.

  • Tatterhood

    Tatterhood

    Some gorgeous place between poetry and prose; beautiful rhythms, beautiful images.

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