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A FLACCID AFFAIR
by Rachel St. Patrick-Davy 
copyright © 2002

Ludlow Press Short Fiction

A Flaccid Affair

"Madeleine," said Forest Cooper, "Speak to me." He paused, waiting for her reply, but none came.

"Madeleine," he said, "This isn't fair. I've been good to you. Remember the day we met? I saw you and couldn't breathe. There you were, the perfect woman." He reached his hand out to hers. "I loved you in an instant. I knew I had found...the one." He sighed, putting his head down.

"Madeleine, darling, this can't go on," said Forest Cooper. "This is too much to bear." He pulled his fingers through his hair. "Just say it, please."

But she remained indifferent to his entreaties.

"Madeleine, I can't take it anymore," he said, drawing closer to her. "You know what I want."
She didn't flinch as he stood before her trembling.

"Madeleine, I can't go on like this. Darling," he said, getting down on his knees, "a relationship needs more than passion to survive. I need you to love me. I need to hear the words." He took her hand in his, but she was unresponsive.

"Madeleine, I beg of you," said Forest Cooper, "I love you, darling. I love you!" He held her in his arms, but wasn't held in return.

"So that's it?" he said, letting her go and rising to his feet. "There's no hope for us." He disappeared into the kitchen, then returned.

"Madeleine, you've brought me to this!" said Forest Cooper, kneeling before her again. "You've made me this unhappy! This desperate! This insane!" He screamed, plunging the knife into her.

She let out a great hiss, before freeing herself from his grasp. Then she slammed around the room violently, expelling gusts of unladylike sounds. Finally she fell, quite lifeless, a flaccid heap of polyurethane upon the floor.

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