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i started typing from bordem. all written in five mins flat, no rereading.
She smiled. I laughed. Our hand intertwined and holding tight.
She worked in a bar. I was never a drinker, yet I enjoyed occasional liquors. I saw her, she was quite pretty.
Tall. Redhead. Busty.
I drank my shot and I realized I forgot to tip her. Her confused smile quickly straightened as I returned and handed out a crisp $10 bill.
‘Too much’, she said, yet took it anyway. I walked away and I heard her holler my way. I knew she had called at me.
I returned.
‘Too much, I told you.’ She spoke, looking pretty ill.
‘For your smile, miss.’ I said, trying to be cool. If a man with a frog in his throat could possibly sound cool, I was one cool guy.
“Take the fucking money.”
I blinked. I took it. She stomped off. Weird.
I got home and decided to get some chips from a vending machine.
‘Ha!’, I thought. She gave me one buck back. Wee.
I saw a phone number. Hmm…..
“So, how about a movie”, I asked Rachel. Rachel was the bar tenders’ name and we had hit it off after I called her.
“Sounds good. Then bed.”, she cooed.
Now our hands are intertwined.
I look around, she sleeps a deep sleep.
I sighed. ‘Damnit I have to get up!’ I thought gloomily and stood. Rachel woke and stared at me.
“Feed me first.” She said hungrily. She took me in. Complete.
She bit down hard.
I woke up.
Tears soon hit my cheeks as I woke in a hospital room.
A dream. Nothing more.
Fuck.
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