By David Derey
He knew I was crazy, not cute crazy, but certifiable.
He swapped his wife and kids for a wild ride with me and now—just as I warned him—I’m bored with the ride.
He blocks the doorway.
“Can we talk? Don’t leave.”
I hide a hammer behind my back. It smashed the Eros sculpture he bought me for my birthday.
“Please?”
I drop to the couch, hammer in the back of my belt.
He sits next to me, clears his throat, and reaches to take my hand.
I reach for the hammer. The only sure way to end this ride.
With all due respect, this is rather trite.
I totally agree. It doesn`t evoke much in me
It’s the comments that begin “with all due respect…” that keep many of us writing 🙂
I like it. You get these silly men who give up everything for a joy ride. The moral of the tale is ‘Don’t let your cock be your compass’. Right, David?
Thank you very much.
I thought this was great! I’ve been with a few girls like this in my time, but so far, I’ve dodged the hammer. 🙂
Thank you a lot, Brian.
And glad to hear you have dodged the hammer.
For 101 words, you did a great job. A full story, and it wasn’t boring ?
For 101 words, you did a great job. A full story, and it wasn’t boring ?
You are very kind, Lisa, but this was not my “greatest work” . 🙂
However, the editor did a great job. That should be said.