The detective saw his opportunity. He grabbed the waitress’s arm and said…
"I've always been attractive to women of your size and style. Your fluffy skin and numerous handles. Your connect-the-dot freckles blended with hints of black heads. Your wild nappy orange hair. Your smell of pancake mix. I can tell you were in the back eating garlic by the sweet scent of your breath and stained yellow teeth. Yummm, I could place you on a table. . . well a very large table and devour you. literally."
He then growls at the waitress and she turns and walks away.
"I wish somebody tell that man that he was in a car accident 40 years ago and never was a detective or anything else he seems to be"
She looks back and now the dectective is at the table acting like a beautiful butterfly.
That was quite unexpected.It kind of reminded me of Sucker Punch and Shutter Island where the protagonist's of the story had something mentally wrong with them but they all thought that the life they were living, the one that we saw was the truth.
ReplyDeleteHa! That was actually really entertaining and unexpected for such a short story. I like his description of the waitress a lot. It was mildly foul. But also somewhat glorious.
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