3WW #37
This week's words are:
filthy, guess, convenience
I am out of poetry at the moment, so I am going with a really short story:
Mike walked into the convenience store with a huge smile across his face. He looked as if he had been hanging upside down from the monkey bars too long. Face flushed blood red, and he began to laugh a little. I was almost off work so I decided to indulge him and let him hang out until the midnight shift clerk arrived. Mike was very excited. He could not wait to show me the filthy treasure he had discovered in his usual day of nothing. Mike was not the type who worked, or had many hobbies other than rummaging through garbage, roadside pickups, antique shops, yard sales, flea markets...well you name it, he was there. He was a crap collector as I liked to put it. This was his usual sinful game. Asking me to guess what he had found today. Normally I did not put up with shit like this, but his initial expression had not left his face in the last hour. Today had to be something special. The thing was, Mike decided to be a dick and not tell me what it was that he had found. He did not even give any hints besides the look on his face as I guessed. He continued to emit the strangest horse like laughter and goofy bucked tooth grins until I was ready to punch his face in. Then he came around and started to give hints. Mike wasn't too bright, if you could not already tell from his one hobby, and very soon I had narrowed it down to a few possibilities which I knew had to be correct. Just then Mike's girlfriend arrived with her long coat of blond hair covering almost every bit of her and asked him if he was ready to go in their own personal language. Mike knew I understood what she was saying, but she didn't so it was okay. I refused to let Mike leave and grabbed him by the collar he liked to wear until he gave up his secret. Another Damn Bone! This one looked human and freaked me out. Then he and his girlfriend ran off on all fours to the back of a restaurant for dinner and I walked home.
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