A little bit of fiction
I wrote this for publication somewhere else, but it may or may not have been turned down. Not sure.
See what you think:
Moniker
The punch in the mouth was expected really, standing there in front of the woman who takes your picture at the DMV; unexpected was the tears, the profuse apology once she calmed down.
Expected, too, are the angry stares at doctor’s offices, the Jiffy Lube, restaurants that call out your name when your seats are ready.
Not that I blame anybody, not at all - unfortunate happenstance, really.
My parents, devout Catholic missionaries, probably thought they were doing the just thing, pious and sincere; I wouldn’t know, as they were killed and eaten by a fierce tribe of Asmats in New Guinea before I got old enough to question their motives.
Jesus H. Christ.
Yep, that’s my given, Christian name.
See what you think:
Moniker
The punch in the mouth was expected really, standing there in front of the woman who takes your picture at the DMV; unexpected was the tears, the profuse apology once she calmed down.
Expected, too, are the angry stares at doctor’s offices, the Jiffy Lube, restaurants that call out your name when your seats are ready.
Not that I blame anybody, not at all - unfortunate happenstance, really.
My parents, devout Catholic missionaries, probably thought they were doing the just thing, pious and sincere; I wouldn’t know, as they were killed and eaten by a fierce tribe of Asmats in New Guinea before I got old enough to question their motives.
Jesus H. Christ.
Yep, that’s my given, Christian name.
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