Thursday, April 1, 2010

Bright Lights, Big Teeth

A short short short story originally written circa 1993.

He didn't know which pain was worse, the usual hangover or the two small puncture wounds in his neck. Under the shower head he attempted to recall the wounds' source. It must have been the babe, the perfect brunette smiling at him through the haze of the club.

Damn, he was thirsty.

He offered her scotch when they left the dance floor, she offered him the ride of his life.

In the mirror, his pointy incisors reminded him again of his thirst.

Grabbing his sunglasses on the way out, he couldn't remember being this excited about going to work at the blood bank.

5 comments:

ganymeder said...

HA! That made me LOL. Seriously. That was awesome.

Marisa Birns said...

It really makes for a very good career move when going to work brings a cheer to the heart, and joy to the taste buds!

Laura Eno said...

ROFL! What a perfect career! Great story, Neil.

Anton Gully said...

Excellent! Very funny.

mazzz in Leeds said...

Haha!
Oh dear, I hope there won't be too many people needing transfusions today...