Simple Writes discussion

Perspectives
Flash Fiction, Realistic Fiction

Trigger Warning
This short story vaguely describes a light [for lack of a better word] form of sexual harassment. Nothing graphic, but still something that could potentially trigger unwanted memories/thoughts/feelings.

It's an extremely short story, so there may be a better category that it fits under. Might be too short to actually fall under short story. Let me know if you have a better/different categorization.

Let me know if you like it, love it, hate it, are indifferent towards it. Anything I can do to make it better. I'm all for constructive criticism!

His arms wove their way around my waist, fingers intertwining and palms resting just on my lower stomach as his head made its way into the crook of my neck. I could feel the warmth of his body behind me and the tickle of his breath against my ear as he whispered a gentle good morning. I turned my body, letting myself lean into his embrace and looked up at him, a smile spreading across my lips. My lips parted as I thought of how to respond, finally deciding on asking him how his morning had been so far. I didn’t get a verbal response, rather I noticed the shift in his body as he leaned in closer, and I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. His lips were never harsh, they were gentle like the whisper of a breeze on a warm summer day. His lips were soft and sweet and always refreshing, as he pulled away with a smile. He slid his hand into mine, our fingers intertwining as we smiled at one another, and we began to walk down the hallway, oblivious to those around us. We made our way towards my locker, and he held my bag for me as I switched out the different binders and notebooks that I needed for my classes. I stretched up at the same time that he leaned down towards me, placing one last gentle kiss on my lips before we turned our separate ways and went to our first class of the day.

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His arms wove their way around my waist, fingers intertwining and palms resting just on my lower stomach as his head made its way into the crook of my neck. I could feel the warmth of his body behind me and the tickle of his breath against my ear as he whispered a gentle good morning. My muscles became hard as I tensed my body, trying to put as much space between us as I possibly could with his arms wrapped around me. He didn’t seem to notice, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear and gently tilting my face up towards his. He smiled down at me and asked me how I was doing this morning. I forced my lips into a smile and began to respond with a simple okay, but just as the word had passed my lips his lips were pressing themselves against mine. My eyes never closed and I tried to pull away, but I was trapped within his cold embrace. His lips weren’t harsh but they were invaders, trespassing on private property. His lips were soft, but they weren’t invited, and only felt good as he pulled away with a smile. He slid his hand into mine, forcing his fingers into the space between mine, and I tried to look away as he did so. My eyes fell upon students who were either paying me no mind or trying not to, and I couldn’t tell if they didn’t realize what was going on or if it was simply easier for them to ignore it. With a gentle tug he steered me in the direction of my locker, a gentle reminder that he knew exactly where it was. He kept his hands placed lightly on my hips as I put away my jacket and grabbed the necessary notebooks and binders for my classes. I closed my locker as slowly as possible, and the moment I turned from it he was leaning down towards me, his lips pressing against mine once again. I didn’t move, but he didn’t seem to mind, pulling away with another sickening smile. Once again he tugged on my hand and began walking me to my first class of the day, yet another subtle reminder of the escape that wasn’t an option. He pulled me into another embrace, one that was gentle yet unyielding, and I kept my eyes steady on the ground as I pulled away from him and into the safety of the classroom.

Woah. This is amazing! Seriously, I read this a few hours ago and I can't stop thinking about it.

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!

This is very good! and I think the category you're looking for is flash fiction; it's much shorter than a typical short story.

Yes, flash fiction, thank you! Also, I'm glad you liked it!

You're welcome!