Thursday, February 22, 2018

Fling: A Six Sentence Story


It was May of our junior year in high school, and my best friend and I had spent much of the weekend together, going to a movie on Friday night (she had Junior Mints, I had Hot Tamales), then hanging out with a couple of guys from our class (they had different intentions than we did, and not long after one of them flopped onto the backseat and squarely onto Jane's purse, we called it a night). We spent a gorgeous Saturday afternoon at an art fair, even getting a light sunburn as we walked among the booths of paintings and other fine arts, ate dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, and drove around in my 1970 Nova (gold, two-door, three-on-a-tree) with the windows down and the music up, and it was close to our curfew of midnight before I was finally heading down a side street in Jane's neighborhood to drop her off at home.

As we neared her house, Jane dug in her purse for her house keys, and as she rummaged around, she cried out, "EWWWWW!!!" and I felt something wet and sticky hit my leg as she tried to fling something from her hand; I immediately grabbed the object and heaved it across the car (grazing Jane's lip as it passed), through the open window and into the darkness, and as soon as it cleared the window, Jane screeched, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"

"IT WAS A MOUSE!" I screamed to her, and she screamed back, "IT WAS MY KEYYYYS!!!"

I stopped the car, trying to understand how that icky, wet, squishy object I threw out the window could be her keys when she said, "My Junior Mints spilled in my purse and Jim must have squished them when he sat on my purse last night and the sun today melted them and NOW MY KEYS ARE OUTSIDE SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK!"

We looked at each other and burst out laughing, and we continued to laugh, as only best friends can, as we got out of the car and began searching through the grass, finally finding the Junior Minty keys in the bushes and then laughing even harder, tears streaming down our faces, when we realized how close those keys came to going through a chain link fence that was the only thing separating us from a rather large and not happy to see us dog, and then, we laughed some more....




Linking up with Ivy at Uncharted for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "fling".

12 comments:

  1. This is so hilarious, it has just got to be true. If it isn't, well you are such a creative writer and really you are anyway.

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  2. Ha! Now I want Junior Mints! Fun six, fun memory.

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    1. I never eat Junior Mints without thinking of this night!

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  3. Great, funny story. And knowing you, I know it was a memoir. I loved it.

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  4. The fact that you lived into adulthood amazes me. Seriously, you could have been in an accident or hit by a car as you searched for the minty keys. Also, the fact that you had no trouble getting into a car with me makes me question your will to live. Still, I love that it's a happy memory (and that you weren't maimed for life). Whatever happened to sweet Jane, btw? Oh....I also adore your writing. It never fails to make me smile. Thank you for that.

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    1. We spent a lot of time running around in that orange VW, didn't we? No idea what happened to her. She has no social media that I can find. Love you much!

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  5. What a fun 6! It read like it was a true story and it looks like it was, eh?:D (DJ George kinda gave it away up there lol)
    Thanks for taking me back! The simplicity and pure fun of high school. It wasn't all bad :D

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    1. Totally true, and Dana did kind of give it away, didn't she?

      Our high school days were a much simpler time, weren't they?

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  6. My mind raced thinking of what that wet squishy is...I guess I am a dirty mind...:) And this is a hilarious chain of events ��

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    1. I have no idea why I thought it was a mouse. A mouse? In a purse? And wet and squishy? I just knew I wanted it out of my car!

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