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Life Class by Giles Ward
Honestly John couldn’t say whether this was just a classic case of lust over love. The model of his affection, with her cherry-buffed posterior, wriggled free from numbness, her shawl slipping to reveal still more of her buttermilk thigh. His tutor complemented the swiftness of his hand where other pupils laboured stiff-armed. John squirreled behind his easel and board, each stroke salacious and disloyal, his face hot as the sun. Damn the artist’s curse: How might he ask out a woman of whom he already knew the subtle rose of her nipple yet not even know her name?
The SHORT TALE 100 – APRIL 2017