Flash Fictions
Casual Sex
We're sitting in an empty room. And we are defined as four people. The first has a sense about things. And when I say things I mean more than you can imagine. You just don't have the needed imaginative powers. The second knows which direction to go. And when I say direction I only mean north. But we, me and the other two, don't tell the second that we already know the direction. The third is me. And I only have a pair of pants and some semi-gloss house paint. Though both of these items do come in handy. I just can't tell you how. Honestly, I'm not supposed to tell you. The fourth owns Nevada. Well, it's actually just the portions of Northern Arizona that look like Nevada. But when you think about it, there really isn't much of a difference.
Raising rabbits is not easy. No, no it's really not. If you get scared, e-mail me and I'll calm you down. Things being what things being.
