Full CircleA Story by Antoñyo10 Word Contest entry June 6-1/6-8
Cheap
motels and
shallow babes. You’d think a man would learn a thing or two after all
these years, thought half-drunk Emmitt E. upon closing the bathroom door. This place can’t even afford a mint on the pillows!
It was the point
of no return fast-approaching, he knew, from the same overly
strange feeling in his gut he had as a twenty-year-old in the old neighborhood when
he drove a stolen car off a bridge into a ravine at
the
request of the popular and well-stacked Miss Shannon Allbrist, as
much for her amusement as his street cred. Now this, a
gnawing inside him in a place where he was sure live germs would play punching
bag on his scrotum if he sat on the can, and a reassuring peek out the door to
check on a ‘sure thing’ only further sobered his thinking.
“I DON’T LIKE SPIDERS
AND SNAKES…” Creepy old lyrics blurting from a new
twenty-something ex-cheerleader type all of ninety pounds soaking wet, swaying
nothing but sharp hip bones to the TV-radio.
“To hell with this,” he muttered, then bolted through the
screenless window where he landed on pieces of scattered
glass. “I must not be the first prick to come to his senses.”
Crossing the boulevard to the same bar where they’d met and
where he left his truck, a taxi cab cut him off and came to a stop. Needless to say as it was, he
took it as a sign not to go back inside and was quite set on going home to
sleep off another wasted night in his life.
“Emmitt?” A soft
inquiring voice amidst the chatter of three women exiting the cab caused him to
make a swift about-face.
“Oh my gosh, Emmitt E., it IS you.
I’d know that butt anywhere.”
Emmitt’s eyes widened. “Uh…Shannon?”
he replied, trying to avoid noticing that the rest of her body had filled out
just fine, too.
Minutes into their conversation, “Shan, you comin’ inside or
what?” one of the other two women asked. Shannon looked Emmitt deep into both eyes.
“Or what,” both
answered.
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2 Reviews Added on June 7, 2016 Last Updated on June 7, 2016 Tags: short story, bar, shallow AuthorAntoñyoCity of Angels and Rams, CAAbout"I don't want to sound like I've studied writing, I want to sound like I've studied life." As a writer I tend to be a sponge for real life experiences; drawn to passion, raw & untamed emotion and.. more..Writing
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