c-string

Updated: May 3, 2025

Sitting in his underthings on the edge of the bed, he held the wine-coloured creature in the crook of his arm for a long time, the look in his round eyes, half eagerness, half pain, of one pursuing the shadow of some ghostly and elusive memory. He touched the C-string by and by with an adventuring thumb.

Various - O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1919