A Thing For Brunettes

Posted: February 10, 2011 in #fridayflash, Short stories

“Right and wrong only matters when people give a damn and I stopped doing that a long time ago,” he said with a smile.

“That don’t mean you can….well…you know!” Larry said with a slight disappointed look in his eyes and a worried look across his brow.  Sweet, innocent Larry.  A faithful and reliable friend, there wasn’t a bad inch of flesh on his lean and imperfect body.  He sighed, “why ruin a great thing you’ve got with Bek’s, for a quick surge of emotional passion; a whim of unrequited affection?”

“Mate for someone who is trying to talk me out of it, you really are making it sound even more tempting!” Adam laughed. “Bek’s won’t mind, she knows the score pal!”

They both took a swig of their pints, but Larry had a watchful eye on his friend, who in turn, had an attentive eye on something else.

Adam had always had a thing for brunettes, even at college.  He was especially bad when their hair was so shiny it looked like they’d come from a shampoo and conditioner advertisement.  Long flowing hair, big hazelnut coloured eyes, (or green if they were bright enough), were like paper-clips to a magnet for Adam.

Adam could feel his heart rate increase, as he felt his eyes brighten; widen; and his finger tips tingle.  All of his senses sharpened and buzzed in a matter of seconds.  A huge rush of energy encased his body like a body bag, decreasing the amount of oxygen but yet increasing the amount of animation he could feel all over his limbs.

His thirst had also increased dramatically as he gulped his last few mouthfuls of creamy, fizzy beer. Without muttering another word he nodded to Larry whilst holding his empty glass in the air.  He casually glided in the direction of the bar, but not before taking one last glance behind him at the full-blooded, almost chestnut coloured brunette, who stood a few yards away.

Larry had seen this pattern before and knew as soon as Adam had seen her, they were in for a rocky evening.  He thought hard at how he could stop the inevitable, but bringing Adam back to his old college haunt, had been a mistake from the beginning.

Larry looked across at his hyped-up friend ordering more drinks and then at the brunette standing with perfect posture, at the edge of the grassy track.  How could he stop Adam betting his wages away on that horse, even if it was a beautiful pure-bred, with great odds?

  1. John Wiswell says:

    I don’t trust amoralists. They’re just looking for shortcuts to those glasses. No free refills!

  2. Anneke Klein says:

    As a brunette, I’m relieved that I wasn’t there… And so much for friendship.

  3. A pretty good slice of life. It took a little effort for me to get into it, but one I did it was pretty smooth.

    If anything though, the “body bag” paragraph was a bit rough for me, and I don’t think I got the analogy.

    But thanks for sharing!

  4. I like that twist at the end. I didn’t see that coming.

  5. adampb says:

    Good twist at the end.
    Adam B @revhappiness

  6. marijun says:

    Good story, nice ending. 🙂

  7. Tommy Salami says:

    I love the old switcheroo, nicely done.

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