Suigeneris93:
Aside the little typos, I found the piece beautiful. Good work op (sorry I'm a little too enthusiastic cos flash fiction is my forte)

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Dedicated to kizzykeziah

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The stigma will be unbearably immense, I decide, so I summon Gina’s number on my phone. She’d said to call when I make up my mind. I don’t want to confess to Father, his pious heart may(fall) and his congregations’ faith in him may waver. Mother will grab her breasts and fall backwards. It will have to be backwards, the same way she fell when someone brought news of Uncle Tobias’ death in a car crash.


“It’s not yet a child after all,” Gina had chided, “just a mushy clot of blood and water conniving to disgrace you and destroy your future.” Recalling those words fixed my indecision. I look at her number displayed indifferently on my phone’s screen – Gina Love – take a deep breath, and thumb the green button.


I suddenly grab her hand as we approach the rusty gate of the compound, unsure of myself. “What?” She turns and shoots me an impatient look.


“I’m not sure I want to do this, Gina.”
She shrugs and turns to go. “Then tell your parents you’re pregnant for the choir master. Simple.”


“Gina please, wait!” She stops. “I’ve not done this before, so I’m scared.” She walks slowly back to me.


“I understand. I was also scared my first time.” My mouth snaps open in shock, my eyes widen.


“You have…”


“Yes, I have. And it’s better to do it now before it’s late. When you go home after the semester, your parents won’t notice. Just break loose from this obstacle and live your normal life again.”


I look at her. She gives me a nod of encouragement, then a wan smile of assurance. I feel more confident as I give her my hand and let her lead me through the rusty gate.


THE END