Sunday, March 1, 2009

WHEN PIGS FLY (flash fiction)

In the land of blues and whiskey, where long necks live and bourbon fills the musty air, there was something ghastly at hand. In the midst of all this beauty known as the devil's music, I never expected to see a bowling pin and a pear do the shuffle.

Both beyond drunk, she was in that state of almost ecstasy with the creepy dance stare and he was shimmying a ridiculous horny jive, thinking he might actually have a chance - you know, that thing that every guy hopes for.

It's what keeps us combing our hair and tucking in our shirts, puffing out the chest. But him? Even though he is a musician and all, he's beyond the chance.

Maybe if he flew.

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