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Happy Friday. This is a piece I wrote for my Fiction Writing class to be workshopped. I presented yesterday and received lots of great, constructive feedback, so I wanted this piece to have a home. This is very different from what I typically publish here, but I hope to continue writing more flash fiction because this was so fun!
“I was chugging a fruit punch Beatbox down on one knee. Do you know what that is? It’s like if you spiked Hawaiian Punch, but it's a wine cooler and it never actually gets cold. You could leave it in the fridge for, like, years and it’ll stay warm. The consistency is like one of those pocket bac hand sanitizers that you get from Bath and Body Works, like Warm Vanilla Sugar you know? Anyways, we trudged off to this house party on the East Side and I felt like starting some trouble. I couldn’t tell you who was there, other Kappas, I guess, but I didn’t know any of them super well because I was so new. The guy I was dating - Robert - have I told you about him? - there was an expiration date. November 4th, it was the last date he was going to take me out and then he was done - but that’s another story. So I had about 100 hours left to really get his attention. Anyway, it was rocky and it was Halloween weekend and I felt like starting trouble, so I dressed like Cruella DeVille, only really slutty. Right as we roll up to this gigantic crowd of people is where I really start to feel the effects of that Beatbox. Maybe like twenty minutes in I had my final rose moment with a lifeguard, a werewolf I think, or he was just kinda hairy and short like Taylor Launter, and then to the right of me something I couldn’t quite understand, something way more sinister.”