I didn't find the macaroni thing today (I'll save that for later!), but I did find an idea for a story I had a few years ago that I thought I would share with all of you...
Enjoy!
Loving Lola
Lola was a sweet French girl from Vienna who began dating me for who knows what reason given the language barrier and the fact that I had a large tumor bulging from my temple and several scars on my cheeks that just wouldn't seem to heal.
On our first (and many subsequent) "outings" Lola and I went to McDonald's. She had a strange affection for McNuggets (although I had a strange suspicion that she fancied the spicy mustard sauce much more than she did the chicken).
We had been dating now for almost three weeks and as inclined as I am to find every possible flaw in a woman, causing each of the three previous relationships I have been in to go down in flames, and each in fewer than 21 days, I had yet to find a flaw in Lola...
Except for one.
Lola was an exceptional woman, perfect in every way: Wonderful figure, melon breasts perfectly formed, and an ass that you could forge steel swords on. But for some reason, and I had just noticed it tonight, just moments before the clock would strike midnight, and minutes before the 22nd day of our affair would begin, I realized something about the way she ate her fries.
The method, with her head down near the table, was very peculiar.
It was as if she was snorting cocaine or something...
So that's the story as I wrote it a few years ago. My suspicion is that I wrote it at McDonald's on a lunch break from work. Had a pretty girl caught my eye? It's entirely possible. But the lifetime I built with her in my mind evaporated when I saw how she ate her fries...
Still, she inspired this brief fiction, a fiction that I found while going through a box of junk this morning. I am now inspired to throw the notebook I found it in away, but thought I would first share a snippet with all of you.
To me, it explains why I am a drug-dealer now, and not a writer!
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