Maybe it’s my lack of penmanship that lost me the girl. Yeah, it was a one night stand, but I really liked her. All I wrote was, “Best of luck ever! Don’t forget shut, lock door on your way out!” And now she’s accusing me of calling her a slut.
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I can’t take the directions with me, or rather I can’t see them once I’m there. I must concentrate, memorize, go over them again and again as I prepare myself for my task. The most important task of the day.
I’m ready. Buck up my courage, and…
Wash
Rinse
Repeat.
This 50 word story is inspired by Bee’s prompt, at Just Fooling around with Bee, which is in conjunction with Mindful Monday, a prompt by Colleen, at Silver Threading. Unfortunately my story doesn’t have much to do with this week’s actual prompts, but it was the best I could do at 11pm. Tryin’ to stay healthy by going to bed at a decent time! 😛
Thanks, ladies, for your inspiration. 🙂
“Wait.”
“Wait what?”
“That.”
“That what?”
“That!”
“That what? What are you talking about, man?”
“Can’t you taste that?”
“Taste… what? We’re walking down the street, we’re not even eating anything… what the fuck?”
“Calm down, man. I guess I had some pepper left over from dinner.”
“And why the fuck should I be able to taste it?”
“Well it was kinda strong.”
“Do you ever get close to the end of something, but then you’re too tired to finish?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you ever see a walrus behind the wheel of a car and he runs a red light and you’re, like, what the fuck is that walrus doing with a license?”
“All the time.”
“Do you ever play a game where you ask a completely absurd question to someone and they answer with a straight face?”
“Can’t say I have.”
Walking down the sidewalk with my shopping bags in hand, you’d think I have everything I need. But then there’s you. On the other side of the busy street, chatting with your friends and seemingly having fun. But I know you’re not. You can’t be. Because I’m way over here.
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It all started with a fortune cookie: buying the lottery ticket; winning the jackpot; getting on the rocket, then landing on the moon… If she’d have shut up about that damned fortune cookie, we might not have left her there.
“I’m not here to amuse you,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
He lay on the bed regarding her silently.
“Which side do you want?”
No answer.
“Okay, I’ll choose.”
When she reclined, he made his move.
“Stop licking my face, or I’ll replace you with a real man.”
“You tryin’ to sell me somethin’ boy? ‘Coz if you are, I got somethin’ to tell you: I ain’t buyin’. M’kay? I just ain’t buyin’ yo crap. I’mma tell you somethin’ else – I ain’t listenin’ to yo crap!”
“Errr… I just wanted to know if you’d like fries with that.”
I can’t believe it. It was so clumsy. I just wanted to ask her out but… I should have known not to approach her in the cafeteria. First there was the tomato soup, then the poutine… Now she’ll never date me. I shouldn’t have asked her to apologize. Dumb ass.
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Antoinette Ant thought to write an anthology. Her fellow ants told her, “You can’t do that! You’re just an ant!” But Antoinette replied, “Ah, but I am a French ant! And I am also the Aunt of the King!”
So Antoinette bought a typewriter. She wrote of feats unheard of, where gallant ant warriors heaved seeds, and dead wasps that wouldn’t even fit through the door of the castle, and rocks the size of pebbles to build the greatest homes in the land. And then she sent her anthology off to be published.
And she waited.
And she waited.
Until one day Antoinette heard back from a publishing house that was interested… in her warriors. For a cat had knocked down their house.
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Linda G. Hill 