Danny opened his eyes slowly. Where was he? Gradually
he realised that whatever he was lying on was very hard. Like a floor. He rolled over and his mouth
filled with wool. Shag pile.
Shag. Oh Mirabelle. The thought of her made something stir
down below. Had they?
He groaned. What was the point if you didn’t remember?
Oh, god his head hurt. Snatches of the evening before
came back. The heavy metal . Joints being passed round. Tequila shots.
And now there was something staring at him. A monster. A
nude man with a cat’s head. He shrieked.
“Christ, Danny keep it down. We’ve all got headaches.”
Mirabelle stared at his upright cock. “That as well.”
There was a loud “Meow” and a small ginger cat jumped out of
the carrier bag by the coffee table.
Danny’s erection collapsed.
I wrote these stories on the days when I was mainly
editing. They offered a chance to do some writing on days that were full of
rewriting. There are 140 stories, each
140 words long.
Each
story was inspired by the first picture I saw when I opened my Twitter feed.
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