Mrs Professor Sexy

by , under Flash Fiction, Mondays Finish the Story

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“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”

He looked around the table, that familiar drunken glee in his eyes. I was sick of it.

“Jesus, Ned. Just tell them already.” I had heard this particular gross-out story at least ten times. He always told it after five or six drinks, especially if his audience was female.

“I know,” said the brunette. I bet she sat right up front in his class. One of those who might write him a sonnet that was a barely veiled come-on. One semester I found a poem in his briefcase in a girl’s balloon handwriting about a writhing snake entwining her legs. Jesus.

This brunette put her finger in her mouth in a way she probably thought was sexy, stared at him.

He sipped his whiskey, leering. “Do you now?”

She nodded. She really was very pretty, but much too young. “It was a glass eye. From the motorcyclist. It popped out when the truck hit him.”

He pointed at her, smiled hugely. “A+ for Britt! That’s exactly what it was!”

Britt. I bet it was short for Brittney. Jesus.

I knew I’d have trouble with this one.

 

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  1. buddysmom13

    I was thinking the same thing – about the Indiana Jones movie. Love the idea of a glass eye. Very inventive!

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  2. kirizar

    What I want to know is, who is the narrator? Jealous spouse? Fellow colleague disgusted with Professor Sexy (awesome character name, by the way)? And re: the last sentence, “I knew I’d have trouble with this one.” Who is the trouble? Professor Sexy or Britt?

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  3. ansumani

    I think the Professor might need a glass eye in the near future the way the narrator (his wife I’m assuming) is watching him like a hawk. Nicely done story.

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