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#FFFC 3 Little Martin

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge is to write to the photo above.

Warning:  content that some readers might find offensive.

Forty years ago, Martin was born to his parents when both of them were in their early fifties. Martin’s parents had a lot of parties at their house which involved cards, poker, and alcohol. Martin, whose parents were not keen on the nosy neighbors knowing much about their activities, discouraged him from making friends with his peers in the neighborhood. Little Martin wanted to be social, but he was on the shy side. To be a part of things, he often would hide behind couches or under tables to watch the adults playing cards and drinking from a safe distance.

Martin watched how the alcohol loosened the inhibitions of the adults and how friendly they got with each other when their inhibitions were loosened. Sometimes the adults would walk together into the bedroom and come out later looking a little crumpled.

One night, after watching the adults and their partying, Little Martin had a dream. In it, he was near the ocean, standing on a big rock. He looked up at the clouds and saw a gigantic woman, her body half hidden. The gauzy looking shirt she wore thinly concealed her curvaceous torso. Her head was thrown back, showing a lean neck. Her long straight hair fell across one of her breasts.

Little Martin was stirred as he had never been stirred before. From that day until this one, 40 years later, Martin’s passions were very selective.

 

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