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Sucker

Sucker

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Mandee Driggers

When she was twelve ­years old, Connie Harper stole a Blow Pop from the candy aisle at the IGA. She remembered it tasting sour against her freshly brushed tongue. Her best and only friend, Maryanne, had dared her to take two, but she knew better than to chance things with greediness.

When she had given it a few licks, she replaced the crinkled wrapper around the outside, its plastic taking hold to the sticky-sweet spit she had left behind. It never retained its original
shape.

She wasn't allowed to have candy, so she kept it hidden in her top dresser drawer. Her mother made her dress in church clothes whenever company would come, and each time Connie would sneak a taste. It became her silent sacrament.


It became her silent sacrament.


One day, she came home from school to find her mother cleaning out her room. In perfectly sorted piles, Connie gazed at stacks of clothing she had long outgrown. She started to call out, but it was then that she noticed the crinkled wrapper lying open to the air.

When the interrogation started, Connie had disputed the sucker's existence. She said it might have been the dog who had brought it in. Connie had no explanation for its careful hiding place until her mind fell upon Maryanne. Her mother was clear. There would be no more Maryanne. Connie would have been more affected by the severed friendship if she had not been so deeply depressed by the loss of her only secret.


She was unwrapped


She thought of this now as she tasted the sticky-­sweet sweat of the boy's lips. His hand pressed against her breast and then quickly rushing for the buttons of her sweater. She was unwrapped, her flesh exposed to the pulsing breath of Jimmy Sivelle. She tugged at his hair, the pomade slick on her grip. She called out his name until she forgot her own. His head between her legs, his hands clumsy, but his tongue moving with purpose, muttering benedictions under the crinoline of her dress, and when Jimmy asked if she cared for another, if he should keep going, she almost said yesbut Connie Harper knew not to chance things with greediness.


Mandee Driggers is a queer writer, artist, and performer fueled by coffee and resilience. Her work has been published in Bitchin' Kitsch, Paper Nautilus, Potluck Magazine, and CrabFat Magazine. She resides in the Twin Cities where she balances her disdain for winter with her love of community and craft beer.

Illustrated by Meghan Murphy

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