Shams' Muse

i don't get boys, i think, they confuse me you know, Shams, they are so strangely

I entered a little bit of a flash fiction contest today. Meredith Barnes, a literary agent said that in 100 words or less (!), contestants had to write a bit of fiction with the ending line "I felt sorry, after that, but still I couldn’t bring myself to cross the room." I had to edit out some of it for the purposes of the contest (I mean, 100 words, jeez... it's like 1/5 of a twitter post or something), but here's what I came up with: “So one of you told that damned vegetarian...” “Vegan,” Kim interrupted without glancing from his Blackberry. Kim made me ill, smug little fuck, right hand man, right hand job man. “...that fucking vegan about the goat incident. Now my face is all over the front page of the fucking Huffington Post looking like that Satanic priest from Indiana Jones. The one with the hearts.” “It’s a Thugee priest, sir.” “People don’t elect thugees for President. They don't trust thugees. If you people can’t show loyalty now, if you aren...