Flash Fictions
Suburban
Ardor and Fervor live on the same block. It's one of those new neighborhoods with overly sculpted bushes, and houses built so close you could jump from roof to roof like a pajama-clad superhero. The streets of this place are mattress-padded and the mailboxes are made of a wobbly gelatinous substance. Nobody is sure why the roadways are so soft, but some suspect a conspiracy between the police and the all-powerful pudding manufacturers. Of course these same folks suspect the makers of Gatorade are devising a new sausage-flavored sports drink. And while the great taste of sausage would make for a refreshing drink, we all know that it's just too hard to digest pig fat and run at the same time. Every year Ardor and Fervor organize a neighborhood party. They invite their friends Libido, Affection and Yearning. Well sometimes they don't call Affection because he has a drinking problem and likes to pick fights with security. One year they asked Truelove to park cars, but stopped when they heard rumors he stole change from the ashtrays, and had sex with Fervor's girlfriend in the back of a sub-compact. She could've pulled a muscle, Fervor kept yelling, she's just not that limber.
Continue on: Everything Comes in Threes
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