Soda JerkA Story by Thomas PitreUrban taleDonnie was a soda jerk for a popular diner in the central valley, California. He wore a white paper cap, a black bow tie, and a stiff cotton jacket. He was a handsome lad, spending his days off at the gym and at pool side, to work on his tan. He was tall, muscular, and had dark, shiny hair. The local school girls loved him, and would sit at the counter and
watch him toss scoops into the metal milkshake cup spinning on one foot to pop
it up onto the milkshake blender, often stopping for a few squirts of flavor
from the spigot on the counter. Donnie was an artist. The syrups that Donnie added to the shakes were
custom flavors he blended himself. The chocolate flavor was a rich, dark blend
of chocolate, strychnine, and horse tranquilizers. Everyone loved the little rush they’d get
after having a shake, and they kept coming back to sit at the counter and watch
the soda jerk. © 2012 Thomas Pitre |
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Added on July 21, 2012 Last Updated on July 21, 2012 Tags: urban, horror, short fiction, flash Author
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