High School Memories: a really short story by Dan Weber
It was one of the best High School Proms that Thad Barnable had ever attended, if you didn’t count the dead opossum strewn all over the gym floor, that is. But on a night of truly gala event, Thad could overlook what most people would have vomited at the mere sight of…like the severed head that dangled at the end of the gym’s climbing rope. As the thought of dried blood ran through Thad’s mind, he began to think about asking pretty Sue Wisperton to dance. “Awww, fuck it,” he said aloud. “She doesn’t carry her young in a pouch anyway.”
The end.
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