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.”
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.
each morning at seven
she enters my store
and I watch as she
fingers the cherries
with her long blood-red nails
and her lips glistening the colour of wine
and her miles of stockinged legs
in scarlet stilettos
and I swear to myself
that one day I will
step up like a man
like the man that I am
and tell her
…
I love her
…
and I’ll love her even more
if
she’ll stop playing with my cherries
and play with my grapes
instead.
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“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.”
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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Mendaciloquence;
poison spat from your mouth hole
is drenched in Splenda
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You and me
Me and you
You’n’me
Me’n’you
Younme
Menyou
Yummy
Menu
I think I’ll have a bite to eat.
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“And for my next sleight of hand,” said the prestidigitator, “I will turn this potato into a magician!”
The magician bends, knife in hand, and carves the spud into the shape of a number one.
He opens his palms to present his work of art and says:
“Presto! Digit tater!”
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Linda G. Hill 