"Dare" - alternate entry composed but not submitted for NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest 2021
I dream about Aleck. Not just the crazy stuff we do, but the warmth of her freckled arms and the sunscreen-and-watermelon smell of her skin, her laughing eyes, the vicious curve of her lips as she dares me to do something damn-foolish. It’s sick love. I’m afraid that if I told her my feelings, I’d never see her again except school. Instead, I let her risk my closeted ass all summer. It started with Truth or Dare at Blue’s slumber party. Aleck’s eyes bored into mine. I knew she was gonna ask me who my crush was, but I was too chickenshit to say you , so I said “ dare .” Without batting a sandy eyelash, she dared me to let Mae shoot me in the backside with a BB gun and rock salt. That hurt like blazes. It’s gonna scar, that’s what Blue says, but whatever. I welcome the scars. It’s Aleck writing her name on me. Body’s a passport, they say. Get it stamped. Every scar a forbidden kiss. There’ve been so many dares, like driving the backroads blindfolded, like letting her bury me. W