I just realized that I’m effed up in the head. Oh my! LoL. I think that my shorter posts qualify as a sort of flash-fiction. Hmm, whatever… It’s all good as long as you, the reader, read and enjoy my work.
This Little Ditty: Five
Rod Tanzol
“I love Jesus. Yes I do! I love Jesus! How ‘bout you? Go Fish!” the cheerleaders cheered.
Angela was shocked and confused. She addressed Frank, “What’s with the sudden influx of Christian zeal?”
Frank looked at her as if she should know what he was going to say, “Well, when they magically obtained marijuana not too long ago, they got caught.”
“Is that so?” Angela questioned.
“Yeah, it is. Most of them have been attending church services lately as part of a plea deal,” Frank divulged.
“Pray tell?” Angela asked.
He revealed, “The police chief was sympathetic with them.” With a tone that shared hidden knowledge and a sense of sarcasm, he proposed, “It’s strange; isn’t it?”
Angela was disappointed and expressed it unclearly, “I wish my father wouldn’t interfere in our affairs.”
Frank’s heart skipped a beat. His lonely heart and his adolescent hormones misinterpreted Angela’s last word. He wished his relationship weren’t platonic. He longed for her. He, however, abandoned his hopes and returned to reality.
“Well, you are the one who involved him, Angela.”
“Yeah, but he normally doesn’t intervene. He mustn’t have understood my desires,” she said to Frank although she was really talking to herself.
“What are we going to do next time?” Frank asked.
“I’m just the idea girl. It’s up to you to take action.”
Frank’s desperation for her compelled him to say, “I’ll see what I can do.”
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