Monday, February 9, 2009

SHE DIDN'T OWN MY EYES (flash fiction)

While I was at the hotel bar waiting for her to come down (she's always running late), I spoke with Bob the barkeep.

Another American, we chatted up the Yankees, our shitty economy and (if you can imagine such a thing) the merits of a good 'ol fashioned Milwaukee brew.

It didn't take long to notice the vast amount of gorgeous locals frequenting the bar so I asked Bob if all native women were so beautiful.

"Hey man, I thought you were here on your honeymoon..." he answered with that all-knowing guy wink.

By the time I realized my bride was standing behind me, the words were already coming out quicker than I could stop them as I proclaimed, "Shit man, she may own my heart, but not my eyes."

Um, yeah, I didn't get laid that night or on that trip.


  1. Nice one, Anthony. There's never anything wrong with a bit of "window shopping".

  2. How could I forget that photo? I remember this one from way back on 6S. I'm glad you dusted it off and shared it with your BB following! Nice to read it again.

    David --> I misread your comment as "widow shopping" at first.


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