'Bout Time
by David James
Louis was what we called a loner who loved wearing army surplus fatigues and combat boots. His mom said he had a sweet disposition, but I never really saw it. Occasionally, he'd drop by and ask if I'd sell him a dime bag, knowing that if I had anything at all what he'd get would be free. Often, when he came over like that we'd sit on the back steps and smoke and smile.
Last year, Louis moved to California and became engaged to be married. The ceremony was last week. I flew out and had a good time. I didn't expect him to take his vows in his war surplus outfit. He didn't. He looked simply fetching in ruby red high heels and the low-cut gown. The fatigues were a little baggy on his spouse, Warren. Before I left to go back to my hotel I kissed the bride, Louise. Yes, I did.
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I laughed. Is that politically correct?
Kinky.*
I just loved reading,
"Before I left to go back to my hotel I kissed the bride, Louise. Yes, I did."
Now that's what I call being politically correct. *
Note to JLD: You're not supposed to laugh. You are supposed to say, "Awwww."
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That's sweet, I think.*
Great sentences and charm.
Folks, thanks for reading my attempt to humorously recognize how I hope we become as same sex marriages become more of the currency such we can use in fun without being prejudicial.
This is so good time after time, read after read *
Thanks for reading it, Foster.
Wow! What a delightful surprise! Made me smile.*
Michael, thanks for the read.
This is fun! So many short shorts are done inexpertly where the surprise moment at the end is something you can see coming for miles. Those are cases where the writer is too impressed with writing the aha moment to just let the story do its thing.
You sure don't make that mistake.
Good stuff!
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