Reality Bites by Marri Bernier
Reality Bites
by Marri Bernier
There she is! It was two weeks since he'd seen the girl from his third-floor office window. He noted it was 7:24 a.m.
She stopped while her dog did its business, pulled a neatly folded plastic bag from her jacket, and picked up what the dog had left. She said something to the dog and smiled. They're so sweet. I've got to meet her.
They continued on. Should I do it? No, I'll look like an ass. Do it, fool. In less than a minute, he was down the stairs and out the door. Run!
Reaching her, he stopped abruptly, panting. She and the dog turned. Before he had time to react, the dog's jaws had him firmly by the crotch.
An eternity passed. Finally, she said, “Release.”
The dog did as it was told.
Flippantly, the girl said,“She hates men.”
She turned and continued on her way.
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This is Marri's second short-short The American Writer has published. I would like to publish other short-short stories by guest writers. The only requirement is that it be 150 words or less, be interesting, and tell a story. You can e-mail it to tom@tomeubanks.com. If I like it, I will publish it.
OUCH!
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LOL! I'm sure most men will agree with your sentiments on that, Timm.
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Haha, that's going to leave a mark.
I don't know if this advances the discussion, but I found myself thinking, does he really want to know her, I mean she's walking around with a bag of dog poop? Well-written though.
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I enjoyed your contribution to the discussion, FJ. Good point, really.
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