Beautiful to Ugly…100 Word Stories-Week17/Challenge

   

 Living in the same apartment, an unsuccessful writer was madly in love with a struggling theatre artist.

Tried to kiss, Terry rubbed his unshaved cheek against the soft downy skin of Carol; then allowed his mouth to fall as if by gravity towards her lips.

"No, Terry."

"What?"

"Why can't 'we' be just friends?" 

"But for how long? I can't just be friends?"

Carol gripped Terry's shoulders and leaned away from him.

Without hearing, he ignored her protests; a horrible face overshadowed and raped her.

An unexplained pain, cramped in silence; Carol left a note before leaving.

"I have AIDS"

 

 

 

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(written for the group drabble.gather.com, prompt:Sex and the city)

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