Stop Motion

She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a powerful, fragrant scent, as if its perfume were being piped in from ventilators.

The spotlight enclosing Clarisse in a gilded aura grew brighter and fuzzier, and brighter and fuzzier still, and soon my eyes were watery and burning. I shut my eyes. Opened them. It was dark. A warm, panting dark that smelled of wet rubber. I was planted in a cushy cloud of a lap, and I couldn’t tell if I were looking up or down.

Come on now, pop it into your mouth, a moist voice urged.

I groped in the dark, and found Clarisse’s nipple. I closed my lips around it. It was coarse and gummy. Tiny hairs pinched my tongue. I sucked and sucked on that nipple until there were stars in my eyes and everything felt near to ending

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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