Inside Me (#SSE4)

It’s a Wacky Wednesday in the Cave of the SASS. It’s time for another episode of Short Story Excerpt.

Not too long after Continuous Drips was released, I got called to participate in another anthology, along with five other writers. What made this so unique was that it was based on a scenario if you will, and one could respond to it however he/she chose, provided it fit the word count parameters and what not. The question was as follows: Can the hot, handsome guy fall for the average, awkward woman?

The first book was entitled “Crackles of the Heart”, part of the Divergent Ink collection.

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Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink

 

My contribution to the collection is “Inside Me”. It’s a weird fascination with an even weirder twist. I’m not going to give away the ending but will drop off this tidbit.

Inside Me (#Excerpt)

She applied the final layer of her black eyeshadow. Her gaze made me temporarily forget essential functions, like breathing and swallowing. She pointed, then nodded. 

It was time to go.

I kept my pace steady and my distance consistent. If I walked too quickly, unnecessary alarm would ensue. If I stepped too slowly, assumption would lead to disinterest. Either reaction was disastrous for me.

My best friend said she wasn’t my type. What exactly is a type? A mere tool used to segregate, to keep people trapped in tidy boxes.

She didn’t have the bouncing flowing tresses of most women. Her deep red mohawk was braided and had black beads on the ends. Her small nose was lost in her angular face, giving her a slight masculine look. Her chest was none most men would drool over—they were definitely an A cup, B if I wanted to be generous. Even her ass wasn’t defined enough to where one could classify as pear, apple, or onion. 

In that same conversation, he kept asking me why. Why would a guy like me, who had movie-star looks and hordes of women around me on the daily, seek out what he considered a wretched creature—one that even the Devil rejected?

To that I said, Why not?

In my mind, the friendship ended that day. Let me take that back. Acquaintanceship. If he really was a friend, he would not have been so gung ho against her. Against this.

She’s no reject! She’s … 

She paused. I tore myself away from past events and looked at the house—the only wood structure left on the block and badly in need of repair. 

The glorious lines were spoken again. 

My eagerness ebbed to an immeasurable high. I threw hesitation out the window and sprinted, closing the distance between us.

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Stay tuned for the next episode of Short Story Excerpt.

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