Boy sober - part 1

A story about twisted obsession and superstitions as a path to true love

The finger felt cold on her tongue, like an ice lolly. She thought of warm days, sun dresses, outdoor sex on picnic blankets. She put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it until it didn’t feel like hers anymore. It felt like someone else’s.

She had always been superstitious. So when the woman in the dream told her to cut off her finger, she knew she h…