By Gary Duncan
She said, “I’ll be honest, I’ve had a few partners.” He thought it would be ungentlemanly to ask how many, but she told him anyway. It was a lot. She was a contortionist, and French, so he wasn’t completely surprised.
“But I want to settle down,” she said, effortlessly wrapping a leg around her neck. “Quit everything and live a boring life. With you. No more sequins and Spandex for me.”
His mind raced. Those elastic legs. Ahead of him, a lifetime of acrobatic sex. But he knew it would never work. He couldn’t even touch his toes.
Bio: Gary Duncan’s flash fiction collection, You’re Not Supposed to Cry, is available to preorder from Vagabond Voices. He edits Spelk Fiction.