A Very Very Short Story

It was down that thin line known as Route 24 that I found company in the presence a girl. Fresh faced at 19, she was just a baby. I lived in Toledo and drove an hour to see her. Our first date we went to the Defiance Mall for Chinese food. I offered credit but they only accepted cash. She blushed and I had to run to the ATM machine. I met her mother the next week.

A month later I said, “I love you.”

She said, “Put it in me.”

We kept it a long distance relationship until she called me on the phone crying. She said she was being sexually harassed by a frat guy. Before we met she had hooked up with him at a party. He wanted a blow-job. She refused. He slapped her face with his dick. She told me he had found out we were together and had made a flier with a picture of her face that said, “She cries rape.” Now she wanted to move to Toledo. I didn’t think it was a good idea.

She moved to Bowling Green, twenty minutes from where I lived. Late one night she called to tell me she was horny. I told her my friend Bobby was over but told her to come anyway. She watched in silence while we played Madden ’05. Bobby left and I made a pass at her but she refused.

I screamed, “I just want to fuck you!”

She left in tears.

A week went by. I called and told her I loved her. We’d last until her 21st birthday.

That was seven years ago. Today I found out she’s married with a baby. Her husband has a lazy eye. Meanwhile, I sit at my desk and stare at her Facebook page, trying to decide if I’m going to masterbate tonight.

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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