The First Time by Carolyn Nash
12:43 PM | Author: Glen Binger
The First Time by Carolyn Nash

It was a drunken fight. He hissed, Hit me if you want.

Afterwards her palm stung. Her blood made a noise like thunder in her head. It’s ok, he said when she cried. He thought it was drunken crying.

She bit her lip and wondered when she'd do it again.

Carolyn Nash never checks her voicemail. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Cicada, New York Press, the Detroit Free Press, and Foundling Review. She writes here.
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On 8/27/10, 11:39 AM , Hannah Miet said...


Concise and intense.