25th
A Short Story
by Casey Donahue
The moon was bright that night. I laid there looking at her soft skin. My eyes rode the curves of her body like they were floating in the gentle surf of the Atlantic. The smell of latex kept me up. It was a reminder of the moment we shared and I still wasn’t sure if I should regret it. But in that moment, it felt right. I got out of her bed as gently as I could without waking her. I threw on my shirt and pulled up my jeans. Just before I buckled my belt, I caught one last glimpse of her. I was certain that I would never be with a woman as beautiful as her ever again. That glimpse was all I needed. So I slowly undid my jeans and started to pull them down. And then I took a shit on her bed.
As I left her apartment I started to feel a sense of regret. But in that moment, it felt right.
