I was going through some old files and found some things that I had written for some short-short-short story competition (stories less than 75 words) a number of years ago. There were some very dark ones which I won't subject you to, but these two brought a smile to my face. Hope you like them.
Giving Orders
There was something about his look that said he didn’t belong here. Making his way towards me, his scent and his gaze grew stronger. Standing in front of me, he told me in no uncertain terms exactly what he wanted. I froze. It took all my strength to utter, “You want fries with that?”
Like Trains That Pass In The Night
Rush hour. A hot, crowded subway car. Holding on to the pole bar, our sleeveless arms brush. Eyes darting, they meet briefly, look away, then flirt with a gaze. The train jolts to a stop, our arms brushing once more. She exits and the doors close. I will never see her again. Nor my wallet.
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