by T.J. McIntyre
He recognized something familiar about the girl with the reddish-orange cascading hair and scarlet lips, but it took a moment to register. Then he realized that she reminded him of his first crush, that most erotic of Disney characters: Jessica Rabbit. She walked over to him with her tiny feet in high heels, her legs shooting up curvaceously towards swaying hips, and his drink shook in his hands. He tried to play it cool, take a sip of his martini, and managed to stab himself in the eye. He screamed, olive hanging from one end of the toothpick while the other end remained lodged in his eye socket. She looked over at him and smiled, reminding him of his first taste of ice cream: cold and sour as orange sherbert.
6S - C2
T.J. McIntyre, author of Paperback Writer, is from Alabaster, Alabama. He specializes in speculative and literary fiction.
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"olive hanging from one end of the toothpick while the other end remained lodged in his eye socket."
What a great description! I will definitely forego the olive in my martinis from now on!
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