Lost Chance

by Abha Iyengar

Just the thought of his arm, strong and brown, is a turn-on. The hair on his chest is my glimpse of ecstasy. It’s quite simple that I want him. They say that if you really want something, you should let it go. I never had a chance to do that. The girl next door took him away.


Abha Iyengar is a writer, poet, script writer and amateur photographer. Her writing has been published in several Chicken Soup series, Gowanus Books, Insolent Rudder, Arabesques Review, Kritya, Citizen 32, Breakaway Books, Dead Drunk Dublin, Nothing But Red, and other literary journals. Her website is here.


Laurita said...

I feel her ache, that emptiness and dispair. Succint and painful. Nicely done.

Joe said...

Another great six.

Anonymous said...

Some times we need to just go for it. Good 6

Jeanette Cheezum

carter said...

hearbreaking last line. great job!

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Anitha said...

OOh love love loved it! its delightful how you have brought about a range of emotions, in just 6Ss! the best part is, it dosent look laboured, flows spontaneously..

Anitha Iyengar