Inside My Head

the literary rantings of Angie Frissore

Love story.

“Well?” I politely pressed, having waited now a full ten minutes for Jeff’s feedback.

“It’s nice…but there should definitely be more monkeys with frisbees,” he replied, quite matter-of-factly.

“But there aren’t any monkeys, let alone more.  And certainly none with frisbees,” I noted, annoyed that I was the only one taking this project seriously.  “It is a love story after all.”

“Nothing screams romance like a shot upside the head with a feces-covered frisbee thrown by a primate.”  I could see this was going to be a losing battle.  “After all, what is love without monkeys?”

“A fairy tale?” I offered.

“Yeah…kinda.  The moneky makes it real.”

“What about the frisbees?”

“Foreplay.”

“I’m gonna remember that the next time someone wonders why we’ve never gotten involved.”

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October 23, 2008 - Posted by | No Messages - Excerpts from the Draft | , ,

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