Tiny Stories, Part 8

August 20th, 2011

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She knew the existential hunger wouldn’t be sated by any of her usual distractions. But she could not help herself.

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“Is it ever going to change?”
“…No.”
“Then why keep acting like it will?”
“…Because I can’t stop wanting it.”

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He liked her looks, and the way she commanded a room from the podium. But her repeated use of “utilize” was a deal-breaker.

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He wanted to ask out the cute blonde in the cutoffs. But he was not the type of guy who asked out cute blondes in cutoffs.

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He wanted his move to Brooklyn to change his narrative. But even after the outbreak, he hadn’t envisioned Hipsters vs. Zombies.

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When the band started warming up, he found out the skinny girl in the flannel shirt was the shred guitarist. His heart thumped.

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“Please.”
That’s all she said.
He turned away.

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“That was amazing.”
“Yep.”
“I think that might be the answer to world peace.”
“I don’t think so.”
“We could try it.”
She giggled.

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She came into the bar and laid eyes on him. She was everything he had ever wanted. As she had been for 40 years.

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She had strong opinions about the project, and was sure they were going down the wrong path. But she had mouths to feed. #tinystory

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One Response to “Tiny Stories, Part 8”

  1. Glenda Spain Says:

    I love these! They kind of get down to your very soul!

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