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First Date
by Bill Tope
She watched,
mortified, as he bit into his steak
sandwich. He took enormous bites
and chewed
loudly, with his mouth wide open.
She grimaced
as he ran his long, ugly pink tongue over
his
mouth, gleaning even the slightest traces
of
animal tissue and blood and grease.
You could learn a lot about a person on a
first date,
she thought. Like, where they took
you for dinner.
Her lips twisted wryly and she glanced
down at the
menu: "Dweet's All-Nite Abattoir."
She wasn't at all
sure if she was ready to taste the blood
on his lips.
There would be no first kiss tonight, she
decided.
Originally
published in Down in the Dirt Magazine |
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