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Subject: {ASSM} Curiosity by Desdmona (Flash-no sex)
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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

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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?"

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