Gay Degani

Abbreviated Glossary

Want:

I slide my naked leg between his thighs. Dev is trying a case tomorrow; he's tired. But he owes me his touch, and I know exactly how to use my tongue.

Pact:

His lips disappear between his teeth when I break the news. He says he's not ready—no diapers for him—but I know he is. I'll do the hard part. I promise.

Hope:

My fingers knead the curve of my belly. Dev slips an arm around my waist and grins at his boss. Proud papa.

Thrill:

Dev can't keep his hands off me, calls me sexy mama, but when he’s not around, I fret. Eight months along and my bump so small.

Rift:

Skull bones don't always fuse together, the doctor tells me. I call Dev, but he's in court, won't request a recess, even when I beg. The hard part, I see, will be losing both.

Gay Degani’s stories can be read at Metazen, LITnIMAGE, Night Train, 10 Flash and Emprise Review, among others. Nominated for a Pushcart, she edits EDF’s Flash Fiction Chronicles, blogs at Words in Place, and works as a staff editor at SmokeLong Quarterly.