Drabble
Bloody nose, bruises, and smashed eyeglasses in the nurse’s office. Hurt feelings, too. But no nurse. Just a cop.
The boy sniffles. “I’ll bet you’ve never had this problem, huh?”
“What, finding out my girl hangs with scum?” the cop asks, swabbing the battered teen’s cut cheek with an alcohol pad. “Oh, totally. I didn’t get jumped, but…yeah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Gal named Isabel. She was incredible. Wanted to marry her. Had to split up.”
“What happened?”
“Well…I kept envisioning the wedding. Y’know when it’s time to pull out the ring? I’d reach into my jacket, pull out a submachine gun instead, and shoot half the people on her side of the aisle. Even started planning details in my head.”
The boy looks back in shock.
“We broke up instead. I’m just sayin’, I’ve been where you are. Sometimes you just can’t date a girl when her friends are mostly assholes.”
(150 words, but I like it. :) Happy Valentine's Day.)
The boy sniffles. “I’ll bet you’ve never had this problem, huh?”
“What, finding out my girl hangs with scum?” the cop asks, swabbing the battered teen’s cut cheek with an alcohol pad. “Oh, totally. I didn’t get jumped, but…yeah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Gal named Isabel. She was incredible. Wanted to marry her. Had to split up.”
“What happened?”
“Well…I kept envisioning the wedding. Y’know when it’s time to pull out the ring? I’d reach into my jacket, pull out a submachine gun instead, and shoot half the people on her side of the aisle. Even started planning details in my head.”
The boy looks back in shock.
“We broke up instead. I’m just sayin’, I’ve been where you are. Sometimes you just can’t date a girl when her friends are mostly assholes.”
(150 words, but I like it. :) Happy Valentine's Day.)