It was Ofure's first time.

She had not cut herself, or played with the rough-looking boys and girls at School, yet her dress was soiled in blood - actual red blood.

Her dress was bedraggled on the floor in her room, when her Mother walked into the bungalow house. She quickly brushed her hair, even when it was nicely done and in situ. She laid on her bed, and pretended to read a magazine.

Her Mother walked in, immediately sighting the stained dress, hugged her daughter, and congratulated her for something Ofure was yet to fully discover about her body.

Are u tantalizing or what?
U want people o beg u to continue

kazuna:
Are u tantalizing or what?

U want people o beg u to continue

Oh my! It's another Flash Fiction piece of mine.

RemenZack:

Oh my! It's another Flash Fiction piece of mine.

you too dey flash jor. make u call oo or .....

Babacele:
you too dey flash jor. make u call oo or .....

I will. New story piece coming up soon.