Hindsight Story Night #64

"You're so goddamn gorgeous," he says, running his hands under my dress

My dad never touched me, but the constant possibility of a backhand was enough to shut me down.

“Arco corn dogs,” he says. “She can’t pass one up.”

She pulls a joint from somewhere in her dress. “But I have something that will help,” she says.

“I don’t mean to call your boyfriend a dick,” she says, “but who does that?”

His words sink me into the seat as if he’d put all of his weight behind them, knocking me back without lifting a finger.

I hit him again, as hard as I can, and he lets go of me and the wheel.

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Chuck Palahniuk