TJ Paris’ funky munky made me think of things freaky, for some reason, for Joy’s Flash-Fiction for Aspiring Writers #78
The funky munky – couldn’t believe it still existed. I got a hangover just thinking the name. Ten years and nothing had changed.Same pictures on the wall, obscured by smoke – whoa – that was illegal and just like funky munky – his real name; strange parents – to give authorities the finger. Titan and Tiny behind the bar looked like 10 years had not aged them – I needed to learn their secret.
Typical too, a group of girls were flirting with the band – one in particular was coming onto the drummer . . . OMG, it’s me. I had stepped into the funky munky the very night I . . . . Best to have one more drink – no need to further upset the cosmos, unless I could change how the night ended, then this wouldn’t be my first night out as a free woman in 10 years. I left before I had a chance to find out; why mess with my life anymore than I already had.
© adh [a darkened house]