Everything Melts at One Degree of Heat, or Another

[Brad Rose]

She leaned in close and I could hear her ask Bob to go somewhere with her, and I overheard him say “Sure. Why not?”   I don’t think it was because her wedding-ring finger was chalk white where the band should have been or that she was wearing only one dangling diamond earring that Bob was interested in her, but I can’t be sure ‘cause Bob’s a little hard to read.  Earlier she’d told us she had two-thousand Facebook friends, but couldn’t seem to locate her 4^th husband.  To hear her tell it, it was as if she merely had one too many, and had inconveniently misplaced the latest.  

 

As they rose from the bar and started to leave Sticky’s, I yanked Bob aside and whispered,” Man, this woman is crazy damaged.”  Bob smiled at me with those blue dead-star eyes of his—the ones that say “One wrong move, and both of us are dead,” and whispers back at me, “Maybe so man, but I just can’t feel it from here.”

[Kristine_ES]

eww... yikes... run away, man, run away!

 

[bolton carley]

oh, you know how to set us up.  sticky's is perfect and crazy damaged.   and oh, those dumb men that like havoc falling upon them.  love the convo.  you have a gift for it.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

I, liked Sticky's also. But my fav was... this woman is crazy damaged.

[Gita]

Good bar story. Your last line is one of your best last lines in a long line of great last lines.

 

[Teresa]

Sticky's.  Perfect name for a bar.  And that last line -- we've all said it, paraphrased it.  Top notch.

[Karen Greenbaum-Maya]

Some fine descriptors in here:  dead-star eyes, inconveniently misplaced, just can't feel it from here. Nice.