Anthology of Forgotten Pr(o)ses

Bonellia and Viridis – Carmela Greciet

The suspicion of his own dwindling was confirmed the day he found himself forced to stand on his tiptoes just to kiss her.

He soon realized that this steady consumption was directly tied to his love for her: as his passion for Bonellia surged, he—the great, the virile Viridis—diminished.

After exhaustive calculations, he reached a terrifying conclusion: with every climax, approximately two centimeters of himself vanished. Considering their feverish encounters occurred daily, Viridis estimated that his $1.80$ meters of vanity would take roughly three months to extinguish completely.

Desperate, he resolved to forget her. He fled to a distant land, but the desire for Bonellia, rooted in the deepest fibers of his brain, traveled with him. Tortured, he was forced to return to her arms, accept his sentence, and continue to wane.

Upon his return, Viridis watched helplessly as the process of his destruction unfolded, while for Bonellia, the progressive shriveling of her lover seemed only to fuel her own effervescence.

When, weeks later, he was reduced to the size of a finger, she began to treat him like a toy. Laughing, she would place him atop the dunes of her breasts. Driven by a gelatinous movement akin to a shipwreck, Viridis would cling to her nipples—taut and dark as dates—only to end up sliding down the sandy plain of her belly.

Barely two centimeters remained of Viridis on the day that, after a hard fall, he lost himself in the palm-like thicket of hair adorning his beloved’s pubis. Suddenly, he felt Bonellia’s immense hand gently nudge him, tucking him whole and forever into that oasis which had been the source of his depletion and sleepless nights.

There, surrounded by warm humidity and rose-colored flesh, Viridis receives the daily, tumultuous, and virile visits of Bonellia’s new lover. From his privileged vantage point, with all the time in the world to do the math, he observes with vengeful satisfaction as the new lover also shrinks with every act of love.

“In a few days, you bastard, you’re going to want to travel to a very distant country…

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