Triptych, An Erotic Adventure (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
Leda listened but she didn’t really understand. She laughed when they laughed. She hid her mouth behind her hand and sniggered at what she assumed were jokes. She never understood them. Babies came from sex. Sex was a farmer who grew the babies the way you might grow marijuana, covertly, hidden among the rampant foliage of a mythic jungle. She imagined the babies ripening, babies grown like aubergines, the skin split open during birth, the juice dripping from the fissure and the baby itself crawling free, slicked by the blood of the fruit. Perhaps it was because of this misunderstanding that things developed the way they did with Paul. Leda had grown up beside him. Paul was there in early memory, a vague dream of waking after crying. She had been left, splayed out on the floor of her bedroom. Maybe there had been some kind of toddler tantrum before this, but it was gone from the sketch she retained in memory. The image in her head had her waking, exhausted, her face sticky with dried mucus and tears, and the smell of Paul beside her.
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