Saturday, July 14, 2018

Night Terrors and extreme sexiness

I challenged myself to write a story without naming the main character I also wanted to know how short I could make my short story. I REALLY NEED the feedback please comment. 

“So listen  I don't want you to panic, but I think I'm dying.” 
She woke up fast! What the fuck she thought.
“What the fuck!”
 She screamed.
 She had thrown off the covers and her breasts heaved as she began to hyperventilate. Her body was supernal. If her stoner boyfriend had truly been dying, he might still have stared at her honey-colored thighs and button-shaped navel. 
She was just that bad. The fact that either leg ended right above the knee made no difference. She made women question their sexuality daily.
 And “Smokey” had just lost her.
 “Yeah either that or I am wasted as FUCK!”
 He came towards her oblivious to the look of disgust that had formed on her broad cheeks and full lips.
 “If your high ass touches me I'm gonna dislocate your shoulder!” 
She got out of bed scooping the sheet with her.
 She donned her prosthetics.
 “Gather ALL of your paraphernalia and get the ever-loving fuck out of my house!” 
She slammed the bathroom door. 
She knew without looking that he was too high to realize the gravity of the situation. 
“Theo” She called reaching down to the lowest corner of the Hollywood vanity and grabbed her hot pink Glock 19. He needed a wakeup.
 Yep, he was sitting on her bed. In his street clothes. She cocked the mid-sized 9mm.
 “Sober the fuck up and get the fuck out!”
 Before she could level the weapon he was stone cold sober.
 “What the fuck ma?!” 
She was not having it.
 “Theo we don't have to part on bad terms. You sweet and the medical marijuana was helping me with my PTSD.”
 He knew there was a but coming, and he felt the morbid need to hear it. So he prompted it. 
“But? What's the problem baby?”
 She really let him have it, but the way it was delivered, sheer beauty.
 “Really? A rundown, okay.”
 She stood at ease. One hand behind her she calmly clicks off points with her right digits. 
“#1 your sex is not that good. Not dreadful. Just Meh.”
 She extends her thumb to make this first point than thinking better of it uses her index.
 “Just in case the symbolism misses your marijuana destroyed brain cells."
 She slowly raised her thumb like a minute penis getting erect. 
“#2 your dick is little. No tiny Tim I said that to make you feel better.” 
Theo wanted to leave, just didn't want to hear what was next sheer morbidity coupled with the fear of getting shot and he stayed where he was. 
“Your idea of sex is not only boring and hard... no definitely not hard!” 
She emphasized her point without any inflection in her voice. It still struck him like brass knuckles. He felt the words to his bones. 
“Difficult to be in attendance for. I like company. You were company. And now you’re not. I hope that you find a way to get paid to smoke marijuana and get laid. I hope that they put a roof over your head. But I am done.” She didn't just say those words she pronounced them. He had no rebuttal. He was a bum. He had as much needed a place to stay as care about her.
 He had a hard time grasping the concept of keeping a job. She had summed up his aspirations fairly. 
He had to say something had to somehow strike back, even though he was unwounded.
 “I was the only motherfucker who could put up with yo night terror attacks. I helt yo ass when you was trembling, and crying…” 
Don't say it Smokey.
 “And I Anit neva said nothing bout yo stumps.” 
He had gone to the most extreme place. It was a deep cut. She refused to rise to the bait.
 “I was being nice, deadbeat. Be gone by the time I get out of the shower!”
 She let the sheet drop. Nude except for the beautiful handgun which gave a sexy contrast to her prosthetics. He was a fool. He knew it. It would hit him even harder in the next few hours as he struggled to find a place to stay.
 He wound up crashing with three other stoners that were renting a house.
 She started attending a support group for vets and met her soulmate. Another Vet with his own prosthesis

1 comment:

  1. Out of the ordinary... The prosthetics angle stumped me!
    Thumbs up.

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