Flash Fiction by Julie Smith
"She practices what she will tell her friend, who has already had sex with two boys and told her it was no big deal."
3:27PM.
There is a room with dark wood paneling and a damp smell. There is a green couch with too many pillows. There is a girl, naked, on the floor in front of the couch. She grabs a blanket left crumpled in one corner of the sofa. She covers herself and begins to cry. She looks young, this girl. Fourteen? Fifteen? She is pale, a bit plump, with an abundance of corkscrew curls on her head. Dark brown hair. Blue eyes. A dimple in her left cheek when she smiles.
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