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.


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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