As another of the judges has pointed out, the dialogue round came a lot earlier in this year’s Smut Marathon, and I think was harder has a result. So, because I like a challenge, and I also had FOMO, I had a go. This is the result. I don’t think it’s particularly sexy/smutty, but I don’t mind it as a piece of writing. I’d be interested to know what other people think, so please feel free to comment.
They’re in a pub they never came to together. She gets her phone out.
‘You don’t have to do this,’ he says. ‘I trust you.’
‘Easy for you to say.’
‘We agreed we wouldn’t fight, remember?’
‘I don’t remember agreeing to anything of the sort.’
‘And I don’t remember asking you to do this.’
‘This is what normal people do when they break up, Finn. It would be weird to keep them.’
‘Nothing wrong with weird.’
‘Look, just watch me delete them, and then I’ll go. Let’s not make it a big deal.’
‘If you could only keep one, which would it be?’
‘You heard me.’
‘I don’t want to keep any of them.’
‘Not even…’ he takes her phone, scrolls. ‘Not even this one?’
‘Why are you doing this?’
‘Because I don’t believe in destroying fond memories.’
‘For fuck’s sake, Finn, it’s a bit of a stretch to call a photo of your dick a fond memory, don’t you think?’
She deletes the photo right in front of him. He gets up, leaves.
Her phone beeps. It’s him. Or rather, him. Button-fly jeans, favourite T–shirt, rock hard cock.
‘Sure you don’t want this?’