Forty and Horny_What About The Fisherman?_Wanna Watch?_All Winnie Wanted
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Forty and Horny
The smell of french fry grease permeated my car as soon as I rolled the window down. I felt my body shudder; the aroma was so good it gave me the same euphoria sex had back in my college days.“Welcome to McDonald’s. May I take your order?” The blown speaker spewed out the familiar sentence.“Hi, um, yes.” I paused, trying to collect my thoughts. It had been a long time since I’d been to any fast food restaurant. “Can I please get a large fry and a Whopper?”“Sir, this is McDonald’s. Do you mean a Big Mac?” The speaker let out an angry hiss as it crackled off as if the shitty equipment felt insu...
What About The Fisherman?
In my family, we have our own holiday. As much cheer, frenzy, and zest put in to it as, say, Christmas. October 30th is the day my grandmother almost drowned. She should of drowned, according to logic. She was lost inside the ocean for four hours. To commemorate the miracle of her survival, we eat from the sea. Sometimes crab, sometimes tuna, and I find it all in poor taste. Because of the fisherman.The fisherman lived alone on the coast near a cliffs edge and a wood-line of conifers. His closest neighbor was fifty acres away. A big family. He would salute them as they ...
Wanna Watch?
Paulie leaned over in the brown leather chair, its surface worn dull, some of its brass studs missing. He wore a white undershirt, spotted with old marinara stains, tiny holes worn through with age anwww.onedoor.ccd washing. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands dangling between them. His head nodded a little, his eyes puffy with sleep and drink. “I can’t believe dad’s been gone almost ten years now.” Ann Marie acquiesced to sitting down, after pacing for about a half hour, looking around the small sitting area, touching this and that, straightening pictures, running her fingers through the layers of du...
All Winnie Wanted
All Winnie wanted was one night to herself. Work had been hectic all week, and it was finally Friday night. She had a date lined up, too, one she could not, would not miss. It was with the old movie channel and a carton of chocolate ice cream. She showered, changed into her favorite, cozy, pink unicorn pajamas, got the ice cream and a tablespoon, settled into her big, soft couch, and turned on the television. Punching in the numbers for the right station, she was pleased to see one of her favorites was just starting. Peeling the lid off the ice cream, getting ready to deposit the first spoonfu...