Alone
This story contains sexually explicit scenes.
Verda didn’t mind being alone.
She could sleep when she wanted, where she wanted, as long as she wanted. She could eat potato chips instead of rice, or ice cream instead of yogurt. She could watch romantic movies instead of sports, or Oprah Winfrey instead of news.
No one would argue.
She could walk wet from her shower with no shame of her dimpled flesh. She could stand at her mirror and tug at her breasts.
No one could see.
She could lie on her couch and try new things. A candle. A pop bottle. A cucumber. And something else if she thought of it.
No one would mind.
She could scream at the top of her lungs and no one would hear her. No one would care. No one would come.
Except Verda.
Copyright © 2002 by Desdmona.