(Here’s a short story sent as a text so grammar and spelling may not apply)
“She love me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not.” Nervously repeating this refrain while mutilating a helpless flower. Then a loud twack came from my shoulder “Ow!” I yelled.
“Stop being a pussy” Brian said. Noticing the flower he said “You get the digits? Better yet does she even know you exist yet?”
“No and maybe.” I answered.
“When are your balls gonna drop low enough for you to at least say hi?” We chuckled.
“I don’t know. Today may be my first day of puberty”
As I said this age began striding closer. Her hair swaying in the wind. Each step commanding attention. We locked eyes. I froze as my soul left my body. Once she was out of view Brian commented “That was your chance. You Pussy.”
I smiled embarrassingly. “You know what they say…you are what you eat.”
By: James Revels III