A cheap bottle of wine on the nightstand is empty. The girl stands, slips on her shirt and jeans. She sits down again and begins pulling on her Keds. “Are we going to keep meeting like this?” she asks.
“Meeting like what?”
“In the dark?”
“How do you want to meet?”
She glances over her shoulder and offers a toothy smile. It’s our third time and I think her name might be Tracy or Tiffany or something equally trashy. “Dinner would be nice,” she says. She giggles. “In a lit area, maybe?”
I point my cigarette at her. “Yeah, well, McDonald’s is open. Right down the block. Don’t let me stop you. I hear the McRib is back.”
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I think I wrote something really freakishly good today. Or it’s just freakish. Either way, I wanted to share a part I’m semi-confident in. At least it made me laugh. And remember the McRib.
Jules Just Write 