Spicy Little Curses

by J.T. Geissinger

Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type. The more red flags and pitchforks they’re waving, the better.

“You don’t know me, but I’m as stubborn as a drunk goat on a narrow bridge.” I made a face at her. “That’s the dumbest metaphor I’ve ever heard.” She pursed her lips and considered it. “How about this? I’m as stubborn as if a drunk goat and a brick wall had a baby.” “What’s with the drunk goats? You spend a lot of time around alcoholic farm animals?”