Revelry in the Wordplay of Storytelling

Written on 7/21/2007 21:15. I was pleased with the pacing.

He stuck his fingers in her twat. Don’t be vulgar. He was checking her virginity. Intact. As it should be. Twixt the time his fingers spread and slid past her labia to be sure she’s still corked and that he paused, remembering, she felt the discomfort anyone does in such a situation. Yes he’s a professional but usually such touch is reserved for sensual intimacy. Besides his hands’re clammy. He’s done this before and isn’t aroused but he is a guy with fingers-in-pussy. She’s in that familiar situation: a potential victim waiting to hear if the diagnosis is lethal.
Fla Uns was aroused. What Fla Uns was remembering were all the times Yodannu Hesin attracted him. Yodannu Hesin (during the pause) wondered why Fla wasn’t done. Mentally reliving old times he fingered her. There was: anger, outrage, exclamations, apologies, Yodannu saying within herself that she’d like to know sex before death and maybe lost virginity would save her life, an erection Fla was ashamed of, a failed attempt to hide it, mutual horniness, and the Townservant of Kobiralohiba had sex with his first sacrifice.
On their way to Kobiralohiba, were they worried? Did Yodannu regret knowing Fla so well, fearful of being sacrificed? Did she suspect Fla fucked all the sacrifices, making up the monster’s existence? He was awful excited/anxious (though trying to cover it up there). Peddling the bicycle pulling Yodannu’s carriage along. Could be worse for him. Would he be eaten or lynched? His situation was that of feeling he’d made a mistake he couldn’t undo, that this time he was screwed, and the adrenal trepidation awaiting judgment.
Fla Uns buried Yodannu Hesin in the appointed lava-channel. She fought him because personal survival screamed “let the townsfolk die! Get away!”…Fla left her with some bruises and went back to town.
I might be ok I MIGHT BE OK! Fla left town. He headed up a thick-treed mountain pass leading away from there, past the fire mountain, to freedom.
Kobiralohiba took a bite of Yodannu. He sputtered/spat the few-chewed parts of her (taken from above her pelvis bone). “Plegh!” That’s not virgin! That tastes terrible!
In town folks were trying to keep living yet dieing. Vain attempts. As Kobiralohiba rampaged through town flame children sprung from his body and played. Everything in town was combusted upside its’ head by the monster and his flame children. Sparks were carried on the wind, spores, and took root in the nearby forest to grow across the land. In seconds. Fla couldn’t see with all that damn smoke. Then he couldn’t breathe with all that damn smoke.