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From: Selena Jardine <selenajardine@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Red, Light {Selena Jardine, flash}
Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 20:10:02 -0400
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This flash story was inspired by some work Desdmona was
doing. She asked me what modern-day stories I could think
of that were based on myth or fairy tales. My mind started
to wander...  So thanks, Des, for a wandering mind, and for
editorial suggestions.

Red, Light
By Selena Jardine
(299 words)

I sat with my feet up on the desk, waiting for my two
o'clock appointment. There was a worried group around the
water cooler, secretaries and typists. They all said the
boss's axe-man was in town, cutting jobs like deadwood.
They said he was vicious. I wasn't worried. I was
necessary, even in the ruthless world of Grandma's Cookie
Company. There was no way they would fire me, not Philip
Marcheloup. 

Then my appointment stood in the doorway, hands on the
frame. Red dress, fire-engine red, with gold buttons down
the front. Creamy freckled tits showing in the deep opening
of the dress. Long slender legs. Red shoes. Pale, freckled
fingers. Long, gleaming red nails the color of stoplights.
And a spill of hair like nothing I had ever seen. In the
glow of the lights, it was the color of poppy, the color of
flame, the color of blood or wine. I said nothing.

She came toward me, sat on the desk, slowly raised the hem
of her dress. She was a natural redhead, with thighs the
color of living cream. 

"What?" I said.

"Into the woods, Philip," she said. I couldn't resist such
a tasty morsel. I leaned forward and kissed her poppy-red
bush, then treated myself to a long, luxurious lick.

"What a lovely tongue you have," she said.

"The better to eat you with," I told her.

An enormous voice said from the doorway, "What the hell is
this?"

I raised my head, my tongue hanging out, my face covered
with her sticky scent, and saw a huge man standing in the
doorway. 

"Hi, honey," said Red. "Meet Philip. Philip, meet my
husband, the axe-man."

A setup. I had suddenly quit being necessary, all for a
goddamn redhead. 

I threw back my head and howled.


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