Flash fiction: The Red Stain On My Shirt.
Well, back in high school, this big guy Derek used to pick on us a lot. He used to tell guys how gay they were. So one time by my locker I told him to head out to the football field and get back to stroking his buddies’ asses. He broke my nose, but I got a nice laceration on his chin with an (admittedly lucky) uppercut. His girlfriend got pretty fired up by that, but then again you could’ve gotten her fired up with an ice cube.
He invited me to his wedding, so I went to that today. The guy cleans up good. And his new husband Don looks like a nice guy. I wouldn’t mind watching a game with those guys.
Well, at the reception, I decided to give Derek an old-fashioned ribbing with a noogie. He gave me a hard shove across the floor and I fell into the wedding cake. I crushed a few of those chocolate-covered strawberries.
So, that’s how I got the red stain on my shirt.
What? I’m happy for the guy. And I don’t think the irony’s lost on him, so there’s no need to grind on it.
Like he’s gonna do to Don tonight. Hell yeah.
"The Red Stain On My Shirt", dated 3 March 2012. It's…exactly what it is.
Any comments? By all means, give them to me.
He invited me to his wedding, so I went to that today. The guy cleans up good. And his new husband Don looks like a nice guy. I wouldn’t mind watching a game with those guys.
Well, at the reception, I decided to give Derek an old-fashioned ribbing with a noogie. He gave me a hard shove across the floor and I fell into the wedding cake. I crushed a few of those chocolate-covered strawberries.
So, that’s how I got the red stain on my shirt.
What? I’m happy for the guy. And I don’t think the irony’s lost on him, so there’s no need to grind on it.
Like he’s gonna do to Don tonight. Hell yeah.
"The Red Stain On My Shirt", dated 3 March 2012. It's…exactly what it is.
Any comments? By all means, give them to me.