Prompt: Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis
The cherry stem was starting to unravel as he forced it against the back of his teeth with his tongue for the thousandth time that night. It was so important to tie it in to a knot.
The bar was loud and the big screen TVs in the corners were distracting. She was saying something but between the cherry stem in his mouth and the football game flickering above his vision, he had missed it.
She was beautiful in a fragile way, the kind that was so appealing when viewed out of the corner of a passing eye. The kind that fell apart without make-up. As natural as the chemical red of the cherry stem in his mouth.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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