I thought this blog could use a little levity, after some of the heavy posts (emotionally and intellectually)
of the past week. So here's my latest short story, a just-for-fun
romantic tale about two strange characters I just couldn't get out of
my head. Please don't take anything in this story seriously -- it's a
satire on stereotypes, fetishes and fantasies, and a chance to poke a bit of fun
at myself, nothing more. Not suitable for children.
 Jorg
couldn't take his eyes off her. Shopgirl, mid-20s,
shoulder-length light brown hair, mischievous smile. His sister and her
newlywed daughter were doing some Boxing Week shopping and had an
armload of sale items that the shopgirl was ringing up, removing the
hangers and the anti-theft devices and scanning each item. She was
joking with an associate working the cash register beside her and also
chatting with Jorg's sister. Jorg had driven Laura and Kerstin to the
mall as a favour -- he had some computer supplies to pick up, and his
sister promised to buy him lunch if he drove her and his niece -- and
now he was waiting patiently for his reward. As he wandered over
towards the door to get out of the way of the other shoppers he
discovered that the checkout counter was open on the side, and he could
now see the shopgirl's whole ensemble and profile.
Read the rest
Image: Pretty Girl, by Tonica, at DeviantArt, one of the Web's most remarkable little-known sites.
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