At a Denny's on Gratiot — Volume Two

Aug 13, 2003 at 12:00 am
Melissa Sharpe, St. Clair Shores

Some douche bag named Nick Lange likes to eat condiments. He will squirt a whole bottle of ketchup into his mouth while people look away and that girl goes to vomit. None of this explains why I’ll hug him longer than the other people when we say goodbye, but it’s easier to forget the

vision of him sucking down the watered-down redness from a plastic bottle when he is pressed so close to me.

 

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