ALL THE REAL COLORS
So that means no more short stories for a while unless I write a piece because one of my classes, however I will be posting excerpts from the novel and here is a short short that I typed up from a conversation with a woman who will remain nameless . . .
Hey you, yeah you
Hey
I have the same tattoo as you
Oh yeah
Yeah
The anchor?
Yeah wanna see it
Sure
She pulls down her pants and the anchor is sitting right
below her ass, with a rope flowing in and around it
Oh well that’s fantastic
Yah you like that?
Sure yeah
You want to see everything else?
What . . . . ooooh
I like you, how old are you?
Connor comes in from wherever he was, and shouts OLD ENOUGH!
Really how old are you?
21
Oh my gaawwd you’re a baby
Oh whatever
No no no it’s fine, I like it
Okay
You want my number?
Sure
Tells me her number and looks up at me with those big blue
eyes
Look, hit me up whenever. I just moved here from the east
coast and I’m not looking for anything serious I just want to fuck and have some fun
Oh alright yeah
Text me
