Jolene
Whats a normal man supposed to do with a girl like that? A one-minute fiction from last year for all my new subscribers -- it's one of my favorites
Jolene, he thinks, shaking his head. Jolene! For God’s sake, what’s a normal man supposed to do with a girl like that? Those long bare legs in those cut off jeans — she’s calling attention to way more skin than she ought to, and she knows it. She’s heading back to the house to get us a couple more beers, her sweet little ass swaying like a hula dancer.
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In the branches overhead, the cicadas are so loud I cannot for the life of me form one clear thought, and it’s so goddamn hot I am on the verge of combustion. The rusty screen door bangs closed behind her like a half-hearted slap. The dog whimpers and crawls under the porch for shade.
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What’ve you got on your mind, girl? You with your green eyes the color of ferns and your bright red hair, like some sort of exotic fish bait. What is it you want from me this time, Jolene? Aw, doesn’t matter. Whatever it is you want, I’ll fucking give it to you, no doubt about that.
One of my favorites too. Magic in a siren way. PErfect companion story to the ancient goddess. Thanks for bringing her out again after SO long )))
That reads like a country song, the way they used to make country songs. Or an Elmore Leonard novel.