by Ari Collins
The ball careened off Stegosaurus' tail into the bushes. "I hate mini golf," I said.
He bowed. "Allow me." He peered into the bushes, and I wanted badly to slap his ass. But not on a first date.
"Sweet!" he said. "There's, like, seven lost balls in here. We could play forever!"
And we did.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Forever for a While
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4 comments:
Intriguing possible implications. Relatedly: I'm not sure whether the stegosaurus is a real stegosaurus or not.
It's not real. Them's the perils of writing sci-fi too; you can't tell when the Stegosaurus is real or not.
First I thought he was speaking to Stegosaurus. But then it hit me, "why author has written a bit of slash." Yes?
You are correct. Nothing should be slapped on first date!
If by slash you mean that the narrator is gay, then that's certainly an interpretation. I first imagined the narrator as a woman, but I like leaving the narrator's gender indeterminate sometimes.
If you meant something else, then sorry for putting words in your mouth.
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