Mrs Professor Sexy

by , under Flash Fiction, Mondays Finish the Story


“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!

  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?

    • J Hardy Carroll

      The narrator is Mrs Professor. There have been other student dalliances, suspected but perhaps unproven, and Britt is the latest.

  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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