And I am in love.
In other news, I tried to find some short stories I had worked on in college and abandoned, but found they are missing from my computer. Hopefully they are backed up somewhere, but I managed to find excerpts that I'd saved and scrapped...and...
Hey, I wasn't half bad.
“The case of
the chubby Ferrari”
Howard Louis
was the owner of the dandelion-colored Ferrari that inexplicably and
unmistakably was growing wider and, frankly larger, each day. The ordeal had everyone in the
neighborhood perplexed; the hot rod, which once coasted with sexy charm through
the streets of Seaport was now finding itself lodged in not-so-tight
spaces. The roar of the engine
too, having already been ferocious, was now unbearably loud leaving a deafening
ring in the ears of passerby as the vehicle clumsily trudged along in its
obesity.
Howard Louis cursed his bad luck. At dinnertime, he squinted at the
French Bordeaux served in his crystal wine glasses with spite. He regretted buying the Ferrari. He regretted having voted for the
president. He regretted meeting
and marrying her. He regretted the
friends he had had in grammar school.
He regretted not having yelled at his father before he had passed away. He
regretted the days of his youth when he had believed in God.
Makes me kind of sad.
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