A Modern Death
Traci pierced her left nipple, wore all black and dyed her face some sort of grim white. Said death metal was it from here on in. We had no idea what she meant. Settled our loss as a product of our time.
Danny stood in line at the grocer’s to buy some melon. His wife called him as he neared the Grocer and told him they needed diapers and she could use some aspirin, 325 mg.
Aaron skipped his date with Denise. He bought a 27 inch screen computer and had watched porno all day long. His favorite clip showed some dude ramming the nicest ass Aaron had ever seen from behind while the girl screamed “Fuck me, fuck me,” and Aaron could tell it was all scripted, the bitch didn’t really cum.
The Department of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms forced John to register his vagina fold, a wonderfully warm piece of cotton-candy like material that moved when you fucked it and felt like an actual vagina. They wouldn’t let him sell it until the patent office approved it. They approved it, and men, in droves, never left their homes again.
I wrote this for Housefire I think, but never heard back. I love Housefire.