Message-ID: <37536asstr$1027674605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <Desdmona22@aol.com> From: Desdmona22@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <42.2abb18b0.2a71c248@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 17:06:16 EDT Subject: {ASSM} Curiosity by Desdmona (Flash-no sex) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 05:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37536> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates The following story is intended for a mature audience. If you're not supposed to be reading this, then don't! I have a new section on my website titled "Postcard Fiction." These are all stories that are considered Flash--under 500 words. Take a look and let me know what you think. www.desdmona.com ************************************************ Curiosity By Desdmona 208 words Copyright July 2002 "Don't touch that!" I grabbed my hand back and swallowed my fear. My father had never talked like that to me before. The room was full of books. Why was this one in a drawer? Curiosity was stronger than fear then, so I had to ask, "Why?" "Because I said so!" Even curiosity understood the finality of those words. I was ten then. Now I'm thirty, and my father is gone. But my hand still quavered, and my heart still pounded as I opened his desk. I reached for the forbidden book with my mother's words echoing, "Take any books you want, dear." It wasn't a secret diary, as I'd imagined at ten, or "Delta of Venus," as I'd imagined much later. It was Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls." A first edition. And scribbled on the inside cover: To love and win is the best thing To love and lose is the next best thing. Yours, Alexandra I glanced around to see if my mother was watching before slipping the book into my pile, under a copy of Grisham's latest. Later, with misty eyes, I helped pack my father's clothes. And curiosity found its feet again. "Mom, why didn't Aunt Alex ever get married?" <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+