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The Last Days of the Cross

Part 5 of 6 by Joseph Ridgwell

The girl managed a half-smile and then nearly tripped over. "Juanita," she said, after re-balancing, "Juanita, Juanita!" To my drunken ears it sounded like a wonderful name and she was a wonderful girl, the beautiful girl I'd been searching for my whole life. Okay she was a prostie, but who cares, she had to be mine somehow. We walked back into the Cross like two fucked up lovers, oblivious to any disapproving looks or stares. The Cross was buzzing, crowds of people thronged the pavements, car horns tooted, music could be heard, escaping from opening and closing doors, and suddenly the night was alive with unspoken passion.

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Joseph Ridgwell's The Last Days of the Cross is excerpted from his latest novel. Look for Part 6 on Friday, April 20th.

3 comments:

madam z said...

Joe, I always enjoy your writing. But this line, "my heart burst into a million smaller hearts, which exploded on the floor in front of her like a multitude of orgasmic rose petals..." must be singled out for special praise. It is beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Why thank you my dear, you have made me blush crimson and clover, over and over

Anonymous said...

Very cool stuff. Looking forward to the finish...