Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“I want a cactus,” I say finally. He pauses, glancing up at me with raised brows. “A cactus,” he echoes. “Why a cactus?” I shrug. “They’re strong and resilient, and survive under extreme conditions.” My friend juts out his bottom lip, considering that. “Oh, and they don’t harm a fly unless you fuck with them.”

Brava ragazza- Good girl