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06-15-2005, 02:21 PM
This short story just got tenatively accepted to be published in a literary journal called "The Binnacle" later this year. It is extra short, but it puts across a situation that a couple of my homies faced when dealing with scandalous girlfriends.
This shows another side of the game, so to speak...Let me know what you think....1
There’s Something About Mary Ann
At first I cringed at the concept of parenthood. Most self-gratifying bachelors react this way.
But now I adore this kid, her toothy grin, how she bounces beside the refrigerator begging for “apple spider”, and how she falls without injury (since her world is somehow governed by cartoon physics).
She’s young, but her facial structure is defined. I recognize the maternal contribution to her genetics, but there’s no trace of me: no chocolate eyes, pigmented skin, wide nostrils, or curly hair.
Some folks use what they want to believe as a way to ignore what they don’t want to know. I refuse to be one of those people. So after arguments with my devious girlfriend and receiving negative news from the doctor, I am cringing once again, this time while moving out of an apartment and forsaking a child that I’ve learned to love, despite our dissimilar DNA.
This shows another side of the game, so to speak...Let me know what you think....1
There’s Something About Mary Ann
At first I cringed at the concept of parenthood. Most self-gratifying bachelors react this way.
But now I adore this kid, her toothy grin, how she bounces beside the refrigerator begging for “apple spider”, and how she falls without injury (since her world is somehow governed by cartoon physics).
She’s young, but her facial structure is defined. I recognize the maternal contribution to her genetics, but there’s no trace of me: no chocolate eyes, pigmented skin, wide nostrils, or curly hair.
Some folks use what they want to believe as a way to ignore what they don’t want to know. I refuse to be one of those people. So after arguments with my devious girlfriend and receiving negative news from the doctor, I am cringing once again, this time while moving out of an apartment and forsaking a child that I’ve learned to love, despite our dissimilar DNA.