Missed Connection
By Dominick May
Two days ago, I met this woman named Jill. Her eyes were a bright blue, and her hair was red as a fire-hydrant. She was wearing a business suit that did nothing for her fine figure, and her voice was like a drill on stainless steel. Digging deep into your body and hurting every cell.
You ask me, why am I telling you this. It’s because I’ve fallen in love with her. Yes, even though it hurts, when she smiles, flips her hair, or even blushes. My heart skips a beet. Songs sing in my ears, and my mind does loops.
Today I’m supposed to meet her at the dinner for our second date. The problem is that I’m on the floor of the bank as it is being robbed.
Hello my name is Jill, and if fallen in love. He’s strong, fit, and the best tan I’ve seen on a man. He laughs at my jokes, and looks at me like he wants to take me home every time I smile. Of corse his voice is like a dead fish slapping a clown, but no one is perfect.
But I have a big problem. You see, he is supposed to meet me at the dinner. And I’m stuck in traffic because there is an accident on the freeway two cars ahead if me. I literally missed being a part of it and for some reason he’s not answering my calls.
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