By Maura Yzmore
When I met Jenny, she worked as a waitress at the diner where I often ate after my shift.
The day I fell in love with her, she gave me the middle finger—the whole middle finger, with the telltale writer’s callus and both knuckles. It floated alongside chunks of chicken in the creamy soup that she served me.
I was more curious than appalled. “How does one get the whole middle finger chopped off?”
“By flipping off a ninja,” said Jenny, deadpan. At that moment, I knew she was the one.
The settlement I received paid for our honeymoon.
Bio: Maura’s short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in The Fiction Pool, Storyland, Microfiction Monday Magazine, The Dirty Pool, and 50-Word Stories.
Fun. Thanks for the smile.
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I love this. Beautiful timing.
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🙂
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Thanks, everyone! I am really glad you enjoyed the story.
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By far the strangest story of love I’ve read in quite some time.
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Nicely done. But Jenny will rue the day her lover asks her to keep an eye out for her.
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This is fantastic! Great blog.
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That’s what one gets for being ‘flippant’. The action and words carried. You let us fill in character details. Fun, fun story.
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