NaNo NaNo

Be kind. I just started writing last night so my word count is very, very low. I'm not sure where I'm going with it but I do have an idea in mind. Going to give you a snippet. Good God, what did I get myself into?!

I woke up craving a cigarette to both calm my nerves and as an act of defiance. I haven’t had one since leaving The Literate Joe. The new Nameless Twit insisted that I not light up in his place. "It stains the white yellow," he said. "Besides, don’t you know smoking is bad for you?"

I didn’t want to argue. Going without a cigarette was hard but screwing up my chances for a night of good sex was even harder. Unfortunately, I should have chosen the cigarette.

On top of the growing need for a stick, I have this sick sensation in the pit of my stomach. Probably the penance for taking the NT up on his offer. I know it’s not the six Red Snappers or five beers from last night. My usual tab. It is definitely the guilt from my night of debauchery I’ll have to make up for when I face the Heavenly Holy One.

"Shit! What was I think? He’s not even my type." As if some Hollywood script had been written for this morning, the NT rolls over but never wakens.

"Thank God." I stand and walk naked to the living room. I didn’t get the opportunity to see his apartment last night. Like some Architectural Digest junkie, the NT has decorated the space using some designer’s white wet dream as a model.

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Comments

[Naomi]

Thanks, Ali.

[ali]

I love it (your story). I also love the color change, very nice!!