I admit: I found this prompt pretty hard, although it doesn’t help that I’ve been pretty tired for the last few days. I vacillated between dark and humour and ended up with dark humour.
Enough to Go Around
“I never saw the harm, you know?” Dean said. His seventh beer was leaking into his words. “Girls fighting over you—that’s good, right?”
The same old story.
“I was dating Amy then,” he said. “You remember Amy? The wrestler?”
“It was after a tournament and her friend starts flirting with me. Awesome! Then Amy finds us, grabs my arm. Her friend grabs my other arm. I say, ‘Ladies, there’s enough of me to go around.’” He starts crying.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” I ease his coat over his cold, prosthetic arms and lead him outside.