J M Blackman Week 126: A Sweet Bite

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Title: A Sweet Bite

I tried my best not to think of him. I knew that there would be no way to restrain myself if we were to get involved.

I mean, haven’t you ever met such a person? Someone who had something about them that just made them irresistible, but in the most detrimental way? Someone that you just knew you would take apart, use, devour until there was nothing left.

It wasn’t as if we were a good match. We weren’t fated like that.

We barely had anything in common. And it wasn’t just hobbies we didn’t share. We were different types of creatures--in many, many ways.

But the way he held himself, the way he spoke, it all drew me in, and in that way that a flytrap drew in a fly. Except I was the one who was going to snap shut on him. I warned him of his and he waved it off. I explained in great detail the sweet demise he would meet. Yes, it would be warm and soft and like sinking into a dream, but it would be an end all the same. Life would be no more. But somehow he believe this to be acceptable, to be desirable, honorable in some way.

I could not understand it. I tried not to abide it. Hence, my avoiding him.

And his smell. It’s like apples. Sweet, gala apples. And he himself is like the rush of something so innocent as bobbing for apples: an innocuous thrill, holding your breath, submerging yourself knowing there is no danger, no real danger.

Not for me, anyway.

Maybe it is this kind of thought that led me right back to him. I even managed to convince myself that all I wanted was one, little bite. Just a sweet, quick bite. Nothing more.

But I knew that eventually I would look up and find that one bite had turned to another. That the quickness I had sworn to would linger instead, and slow. And that eventually, there would be nothing of him, but that honeyed memory of a sweet bite.

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J.M. Blackman is a Language Arts teacheri and a feminist. She endeavors to review nearly everything she reads and is a happy wife. She's a SFF enthusiast, loves dark humor, and has an unhealthy need to protect the image of Batman.

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