I searched through crypts.
But the vampires would no longer bite, now that they could order blood online.

I walked in dark forests.
But I did not get attacked by any werewolves, I did hear them howling and found out they were in a small house watching sports on the television and howling whenever the opposite team scored.

I searched the swamps.
But found no ogres feasting on humans that got lost in the swamps.

I searched the depths of caves.
But the goblins were busy playing World of Warcraft.

I searched in haunted houses.
The ghosts could longer scare people because nowadays we were more scared of terrorists then poltergeists.

I gave up and went back home.
The problem was these monsters lived in the 21st century, with television, video games and that damned thing called internet.
They have become to entertained that they could do countless of things to get a rush instead for hunting for flesh.
And if they needed anything they could just order it online 24/7/365.
There were no more peasants holding pitchforks and torches standing outside my home demanding my assistance in slaying a monster.
And when I was about to sell all my stakes, silver bullets, bottles of Holy water and crosses online I had an epiphany.
I need these monsters, without them I would be out of a job, I would have to show these monsters how things should be done.
Show them what it’s all about again, how to suck blood, eat flesh, scare people and kidnap children.

I went to the crypts and tried to persuade the vampires to get back out there and drink the blood of virgins.
“No, thank you.”, They said.
“But you’re vampires! It’s what you do!”, I replied.
I was at a loss so I came up with something, “Okay, how about you turn me into a vampire and I’ll show you how easy it is.”
They agreed and I drank the blood of the oldest vampire there and after a night of feeling terrible I woke up with a pair of brand new fangs and a hunger in my tummy.
That night we all went to town and I found a virgin and drank her blood while the other vampires watched.
They were amazed and felt a thrill, I was sure they would be unable to fight the urge to drink blood soon and they’ll be real vampire again.

I walked the dark forest until I found the small house again.
They invited me in and I tried to convince them to go out and attack unknown peasants and cattle.
“What about the game?”, They asked me.
“Don’t you guys have TiVo?”, it turned out they didn’t so I helped them order it and I allowed one of them to scratch me, and the following nights I began to turn into a werewolf.
When I was feeling better again and they had setup their Tivo, we went out into the dark forest that was connected to a sheep farm.
I attacked some of the sheep and they howled while I was tearing apart the sheep.
When we got back to the small house they told me they could feel a rush and might try it out sometime.

I stepped into the swamp and found a family of ogres.
“Why haven’t you eaten a human in years?”, I asked the father ogre.
“Even if I wanted to eat a human, nobody ever gets lost these days because of their GPS navigators.”, The ogre explained.
I wasn’t sure what to do about this so I told him he could always attack the navigators, but he closed the door in my face.

The goblins were scared too scared of me, so I talked to them through a tin can attached to a string.
“Can’t you guys build some kind of bomb and blow up a city that’s been bugging you?”
I heard some voices discussing something on the other end of the… line.
“No, we are fine here, okthxbye.”, One of the goblins said.
I knew enough to know this wasn’t going to work.

I talked to some ghosts but they had so many issues that they would need a good shrink to get over things.
So I gave them the number of mine and I went back home.

I dozed off to sleep while I was sitting in my relax chair hoping I would get some jobs again soon.
A crowd of angry peasants holding pitchforks and torches were standing in front of my house yelling my name.
I woke up and opened the door, one of the leaders of the angry mob began to yell at me, “You demon!”
“Monster!”, Another one yelled.
I was confused, I was once their hero, saved them from countless monsters over time.
They threw some of the torches on my room and my house began to go up in flames.
Their pitchforks were getting a little to close for comfort and I finally understood.

My name was Van Gottlieb monster hunter, but you can now call me vampire-werewolf-ghost-man.

Happy Halloween!

Halloween is the most wonderful time of the year.
Everyone comes together to adopt new identities for just one full night.
Front yards are filled with cheap styrofoam tombstones and skulls, everything else is covered in fake spiderwebs.
Witches, pirates, vampires, ghosts and princesses roam the streets.
These young tormentors go Trick-or-treating demanding candy or else..

At the end of the night they gulp down their loot, because when Halloween is over the sweet candy might turn into fruit and vegetables.

Another great tradition is pumpkin carving.
One scalps a pumpkin and carves a monstrous face in it, and puts a candle inside.
It all started with the legend of Stingy Jack an old lazy man that tricked the Devil in not taking his soul and wasn’t allowed into heaven when he died so was left to roam the darkness between heaven and hell with only a hollow turnip with inside an ember he stole from hell to light his miserable way.
And so the legend of Jack O’Lantern was born.
These scary looking pumpkins decorate porches in the neighborhood.

‘Try something other than boring triangle eyes and a wavy-toothed mouth. Experiment, see your worst nightmare appear on the pumpkin and carve that!’ Humbert Wob was reading this from a book about pumpkin carving until he got disrupted by the doorbell ringing.
Humbert walks to his front door holding basket filled with candy and opens the door.
Standing on his front porch were four kids, three girls and a boy two heads taller than them.
He looked at the first girl, she was wearing a nurse outfit and had stethoscope around her neck, “You’re a nurse? I might need a full body checkup.”
“She wants to become a doctor when she grows up, and specialize in castrations.” The boy said.
Humbert did his best to ignore him and let the nurse pick some candy from the basket.
The next girl was wearing a cat suit, she was furry and had whiskers glued to her cheeks, a curvy tail, point ears and the tip of her nose was painted black, “Meow! Do you like being pet?”
“No, but she likes clawing the faces of dirty old men, now give her the candy.” The boy said in a aggressive tone.
Humbert felt threatened by the boy that kept saying such spiteful things to him and let the kitty cat claw a candy of her choice from his basket.
He looked up and down the girl standing in front of him, she was wearing a green dress with two fairy wings on her back and was holding a wand, “Would you like to see some of my magic fairy dust?”
“Yeah and when you get some in your eyes it feels just like pepper spray.” The boy said with an even more aggressive tone than before.
He gave the fairy girl some candy and went on to the boy who was wearing black clothes and a top hat on his head and was leaning on a cane with a silver knob on top.
Humbert was to scared to say anything to the boy so he just presented the basket to him.
“What nothing to say? Let me guess what you would have said.” The boy said, Humbert kept his arms stretched out while he boy began to shovel the candy into his backpack.
“Do you like magic tricks? I know some disappearing tricks.” The boy said mockingly.
The boy stops shoveling the candy for a moment and takes off his top hat and places it over his cane and leans on it.
“Don’t you realize its Halloween? And Cerberus is walking around in our little town.”
Humbert was not familiar with such a legend, “Cerberus?”
“Yes, the legend of the pedophile killing Cerberus. Can’t believe you have never heard of it before.”, The boy said.
“Cerberus is a three-headed hound from hell with a thing for the flesh of pedophiles, I’m not sure why but he loves his pedo-meat.”
Humbert was listening to every word the boy was speaking as if it was the most real thing he had ever heard.
The boy continued, “On Halloween night he roams the towns in search of pedophiles, thirsty for blood and when he finds one, nothing can stop it from attacking.”
Humbert swallows a great deal of saliva, his Adams apple jumps up and down while it passes down his throat.

“He attacks the crotch area, biting off the testicles with one set off jaws and the penis with the other, and the last set of jaws bites off anything that is left.”, The boy said in a strong and serious voice.
He shoveled the remaining candy into his backpack, “Let’s go, there’s another one further down the street.”

Humbert couldn’t move his legs fear was keeping him down.
He slowly backed off and closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and took some deep breaths.
After calming down a bit he walked back to the pumpkin he was carving.
He stared at the bare skin pumpkin that was on the kitchen table in front of him.
‘Just begin to carve and something will begin to appear.’ The book also said.
So he began to carve into the pumpkin and it felt like his hands were moving on their own, a face began to form and it revealed a mean looking dog with big pointy teeth coming straight for him.
Cerberus the pedophiles worst nightmare.
The doorbell rings again and he is startled.
He is too scared to open the door because it might be Cerberus.
Slowly he walks to his front door and takes a peek through the curtains, he sees a group of young girls wearing cheerleader outfits.
He is to scared to open the door, and besides he is out of candy.
“Not tonight.” He says out loud.
The girls are disappointed, “What a cheap bastard.” and walk away.
The rest of the night he hears howling outside of his home, and hides in one of the kitchen cupboards until Halloween has passed.

An unspecific chain of events led Slavko into one of the stalls in the men’s restroom of a random four star restaurant.
He left his motherly home in Tajikistan to come to the United States of America to live a glorious life as a screenwriter in the city of Los Angeles.
“They make it look so glamorous in the movie films.“ Slavko said while he tries to push the capsules filled with weasel dust out of his bodily backdoor.
“Maybe I should make a movie that shows what being a coke mule is really like?” Slavko asks the restroom attendant
that was impatiently pacing back and forth in front of his stall.
“Are you done yet?” The attendant asks while biting his fingernails which isn’t the best idea if you clean toilets for a living.
Slavko’s body was making odd noises and was each time followed by a splashing sound from a capsule falling into the toilet bowl,
“There’s a lot more to being a coke mule than you’d think, it’s not childish play you know.” Slavko explained while he tried not to look down to his feet that were in a puddle a mixture of rust, water and things he didn’t want to know about.
Fourteen splashing sounds later and Slavko was done making his delivery.
“I write a big Hollywood movie about it, I add some explosions and a car chase and boom! Slavko becomes rich.” Slavko said as he stepped out of the stall still trying to buckle his pants.
The attendant rolled up his sleeves, and went in to pick up the delivery, “That’s just stupid.”
Slavko pulled some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall,
“Sometimes truth is.”

It was a hot summer day and people had gathered around the big stage.
Sweat runs down the lead singer’s face, he wipes his face clean with his hand and streaks his fingers through his long hair.
He then grabs all of it and twists it into a ponytail and hold it together with a small hairband with two skulls dangling from it.
The drummer and guitarist hide behind some of the big speakers as they stare at the biggest crowd their band had every played for.
The whole band becomes more nervous when it’s time for them to play.
They start with ‘Beyond the Realms of Deaf’ and the crowd goes wild.
But because their old and their instruments are blasting from the speakers they can’t hear the crowd is actually going wild in a different way.
They have mistaken their band for a famous metal band that actually plays songs they like.
And the only crowd actually liking their music are on the side of the stage, all with grey hair and pain in their backs.
They begin to play ‘Ace of Blades’ and the elderly women throw their over sized brassieres and thongs that should be forbidden by law onto the stage.
When they begin to play ‘Welcome to the fungal’ the bassist passes out of a sunstroke.
And the drummer can’t continue drumming because his hernia kicked in.
The vocalist couldn’t sing properly anyway with or without his dentals.
And the guitarist was having trouble enough, because of his iron lung jamming his mic anyway.

Running in the lush green field with her loose red dress shoes.
Small bruises on her shin that looked like a group of small islands.
Pink ribbon in her hair that began to unravel.
Rough green grazed knees.
Purple balloon tied to her pinky.
The wind chased the little girl across the field.
Until it was so stretched out it only left only a slight breeze her way.
It brushed her orange hair and made the balloon string slide of her little finger.
She ran after it, the balloon hovering vastly in the blue sky above, just out of reach of her outstretched fingers.
But she never manages to get her balloon back.
It happened a lot, the wind was winning.
But she never gave up, her love for balloons persisted until she was all grown up.
She saved money and bought a rainbow colored hot air balloon she took up into the sky.
To search for her lost balloons.

“Hey girl, you’re pretty magical.”
Hans said this to every girl that walked by him, and for him it was really magical because he couldn’t understand how she got that a big ass in those tight pants, even for a magician like him.
Well a semi-pro magician as he would explain it.
He always explained his friends and family, “You see I don’t need to get paid, I love doing magic and if I need money I can just take some magically make me some.”
He walked up in front of the next hot girl he saw and he tried his best not to speak with to much spit flying at her, “What do I need to pull out of my magic hat to get you to watch my show.”
He was actually holding his hat upside down in front of her, the girl didn’t respond and kept walking and he walked with her backwards, and slowly made a wrapped condom appear from his hat which made the girl gave him an angry look.
“Too soon?” He asked.
He bumped into someone while he was walking backwards he apologized and when he turned back around the girl was gone.
This inspired him, what if he could get a pretty girl to be in his show instead of trying to get them to come watch it.
At night during one of his wet dreams Hans thought up a brilliant new trick, and on top of that he had a great idea how to pick the perfect girl to be his assistant, auditions!
In the middle of the night he got out of bed, ignoring his wet spiderman undies he sat behind his desk and started drawing a poster.
‘Hans Magic Unlimited!
Now holding auditions, come inside!‘
Hans giggled, “It needs more glitters.”
After he was done he got back to bed so he could get some more rest before the important day up ahead.

He got out of bed and took a quick shower where he already began practicing his magic skills.
The trick involves him turning his genitals from boy to girl and back, his colleagues have asked him many times how he does it, but he knew a real magician never reveal his secrets.
He packed his bag and headed to the community center where he did his magic shows.
He asked his two best friends Carl and Brice to be in the jury too.
They changed the spare room Hans was given for his equipment and practicing into a small audition room, they would sit behind a desk and the girl auditioning would stand in front of it on a plastic twister mat.
Hans placed the poster he made on the window near the entrance and began to invite girls to audition, but none of them listened.
“Hans you need pamphlets.” Carl said.
And luckily Carl knew this guy that knew another guy that worked a print shop and he would print them some pamphlets for a discount price.
Later that morning Carl came back with a couple of hundred pamphlet.
“These look good, let’s hand them out to the ladies.”, Brice said.
The three of them went outside and started handing out the pamphlets to anything with breasts.
“Dude! That was a guy.”, Brice shouts at Carl.
Carl looked back surprised, “I couldn’t tell right away, and before I knew the fat guy had his greasy fingers all over my pamphlet.”
“Yeah right.”, Brice said.
The pamphlet said the auditions would begin at 2 PM.
So they went inside and took their seats behind the desk.
“You think they can find this room?”, Carl asked.
“Yeah I placed signs guiding them all the way.”, Hans said.
Hans seemed to be counting the paper sheets he had in front of him, “You think we have enough paper?”
“Off course we do, don’t worry about it.”, Brice said and he paused when he heard heels tapping in the hallway.
The three boys watched the door like hawks watching a field mouse in a wheelchair.
The door slowly opened and in stepped a gorgeous young woman wearing a short red dress and standing on high heels.
“I’m here to audition for the magic show.”, She said.
The boys stared at her chest for a while, “So what should I do?” She asked.
“Oh, as a magic assistant you need to be more than good looking, you have to act along in the magic tricks.”, Hans explained.
“So just act like the board behind you is a box where I stepped inside and I have disappeared when you open it.”, Hans said.
She had never been to a magic show before, but she did watch a lot of Wheel of Fortune.
So she walked back and forth with a big smile on her face and doing some hand gestures.
But the boys were still looking at her chest, “Very good!” Brice said.
And they all applaud her, and after her a couple more girls audition, 2 hours had passed by and they were waiting again.
“These girls are hot, just pick the hottest.”, Carl said while he circled the boobs he had drawn on his paper sheet.
“But none of them were passioned about magic.”, Hans said while he studied his list.
Brice was shaking his head, “Just think about what the audience wants to see.”
Hans looked up from his list and asked, “What about the first girl then?”
“She’s on second place on my list, boob-wize.”, Carl said.
Brice got up and walked over to the phone that was hanging on the wall next to the door and dialed in the number of the first girl.
“Hi, this is Brice, from the audition.”
“We gave it some thought and we picked you to be Hans his new assistant, you mind coming over?”
Brice looked over his shoulder and gave the guys a thumbs up.
“Okay then, see you in a bit.”, He said right before he hung up the phone.
“She said she would be right here. And it’s five so our job is done.”, Brice said.
“Actually there’s still ten minutes left.”, Hans said while Brice sat back down.
“What do you expect to barge in right before the end?”, Carl asked.
And while Carl said that they heard foot steps in the hallway that led to their room.
“You think it’s her already?”, Carl asked them.
The door opened and in stepped a young lady with a nice smile on her face.
“Hi, sorry I’m this late but I had to..”, She was saying before Brice interrupted her, “We don’t care just begin.”
Carl put her on the bottom of his list, because her breast weren’t big enough for his liking.
And Brice thought she looked to chubby and didn’t even bother putting her on his list.
“Do you like magic?”, Hans asked her.
“I love magic, I have always wanted to be a magician but when my mom got sick I had to take care of her and my baby brother so I didn’t get the time to follow that dream.”, She explained without dropping her smile.
“Wow, that’s amazing, now do your thing so we can get out of here.”, Brice said.
She pretended the board was a magic device and her presentation was much better than any of the other girls did.
Hans applaud, “That was great.”
“Don’t call us, we will call you.”, Brice said.
The girl left the room and the boys discuss her.
“Yeah yeah, the girl was the best so far, but she’s flat chested.”, Carl said.
“What kind of audience would want to see that on stage?”, Brice said.
Hans wasn’t sure what to say, “I.. Think she was great.”
They heard foot steps coming down the hall again.
The door opened and in stepped the hot girl from before.
“Hi boys.”, She said while she pushed her bra that little extra bit upwards.
“Hans.”, Brice said.
Hans looked up, “Oh right, we picked you to be my new assistant, I just have a question or two.”
“Sure go ahead.”, She said while she chewed her gum like a cow.
“This job might be dangerous, so would you be okay with the small chance of getting stabbed, disappearing forever or turning into a rabbit?”, Hans asked her.
The girl stood there with her mouth wide open, her chewing gum was slowly fall down from her upper molars.
“No way.”, She said while she walked out of the room.
“DUDE!”, Carl yelled.
Hans turned to them and said, “Listen I do a magic show, and she doesn’t even like magic.”
“Screw this I’m out of here.”, Brice said as he ran after the hot girl.
“Think he’s going to try to her phone number.”, Carl said followed by laughter.
“Thanks for the help Carl.”, Hans said while he folded the paper sheet he had been writing on.
It had all the girls that auditioned written on it with their phone numbers and what he thought of them.
Carl walked towards the door and turned around, “See you later alligator.”

Later that night while Hans was lying in bed and staring up at the glow in the dark stars he sticked onto his ceiling.
He couldn’t get Erika out of his head, she loved magic and did great at her audition.
She would be perfect for his show, and he actually didn’t find her unattractive at all.
He looked to his side and saw it was 3:15 AM, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly did it, but he picked up the phone and unfolded the paper sheet and found her number on it and began to call her.
“Hello?”, It was Erika’s voice, she sounded a little sleep.
He listened to her breathing for a while.
“Who is this?”, She asked.
“Sorry, this is Hans.”
“From the audition?”, She asked.
“Yes, and I’m sorry to call you this late, it’s just that me and the guys picked this supermodel girl to be my assistant. And..”
“What?! You call me at three in the morning to tell me you picked some big breasted barbie?!”, She yelled right before she hung up the phone.
Hans couldn’t sleep that night because he gave Erika the wrong impression and she might feel bad all night.

That afternoon he was practicing his magic tricks which was going pretty bad.
He picked up the phone and tried calling her again.
“Erika.”, Was all she said.
Hans knew he had only one chance to make sure she wouldn’t hang up on him so he said a whole lot in a short period of time, “Hi, this is Hans again, please don’t hang up, you misunderstood me last night and I wanted to tell you that I didn’t want to have that girl be my assistant, but that I want you.”
And while he was catching his breath she apologized, “Sorry, but you know how it sounded right.”
“That’s okay, why don’t you come down today and we can get started.”, Hans said.
“How about right now?”, She asked.
And so she came right down to the community center.
He explained her how he did his tricks and she listened to his every word.
And she liked the glitters on his poster.

They practiced together for days before they gave a real show in front of a live audience.
Hans sometimes forgot parts of his tricks, and she helped him out whenever that happened.
His show had never been this good, and people actually came to see it.
The only two that still weren’t happy were Brice and Carl sitting in the back row.
“Still thinking he should have gone with the hot chick.”, Carl said.
Brice faced him, “Yeah.”

Spring cleaning is just one of those things my mother looked forward too, that and mother’s day.
She told me to go up in the attic and begin to clean it out while she did the rest of the house.
My mother had lived in this house all her life, and I grew up here and I had never been up the attic before so it felt like an early birthday present and an adventure of a lifetime.
The only problem was getting the small ladder down because for some reason the small cord that would hang from it so you can pull it down was gone.
I carried the kitchen step stool up to the second floor but it wasn’t high enough to reach the small eye I needed to pull to get the ladder down.
Just a little higher and I would be able to reach it, I got off the stool and went into my room and found a solid book I would be able to stand on.
I stepped on top of the book and extended my body as far as it would go, standing on my tippy toes and with my finger tips stretched out to their limits, they were losing blood and were turning white, but I finally managed to get a hold of the small eye where the cord was once attached too and slowly pulled down the ladder.
I stared into the black hole that was our attic and I flipped the light switch on the wall.
The lights came on and I carefully walked up the ladder holding a broom, I imagine that it might be completely empty and the only thing I would see were some dust bunnies rolled by like tumbleweed in a old western.
My head rose up through the scuttle hole and I saw that the attic was packed with boxes, suitcases and many things hidden underneath bed sheets.
I walked around a bit and thought up a plan of attack.
Mother asked me to divide everything into separate sections so she could see what to keep or throw out later.
Everything was pretty much in the back of the attic so I moved the boxes together near the front, the suitcases next to that.
I pulled away some of the sheets that revealed things that belonged to my grandparents.
A desk with a typewriter and a stack of blank and aged pages, my grandmother’s sewing machine and an old radio.
I turn the dial on the old radio and it begins to make loud static noises, I adjust it until I hear music, a woman is singing like they do at a opera and a high pitched guitar like instrument is playing a tune.
I leave the music on and remove another sheet that is hiding something way taller than I am.
The sheet slides down and reveals a big clock, the sheet that fell on the floor contained enough dust to create a small dust storm and I got some dust in my throat and I face the other way until I’m finished coughing when I saw a big trunk hidden in the dark corner of the attic.
My heart was racing, it went faster with each step I took.
When I finally got to it my heart felt like it was in my neck and wanted to take a look too through my mouth.
I grab a hold of the top and open the trunk.
All I saw then were more old papers and my heart went back down where it belonged, disappointed.
But these papers had writing on them, and the letters were clearly from the typewriter on the desk.
I picked up some of the papers and they all had the same sentence on them over and over again.
‘If you can’t love, you can’t hurt.’, over and over again.
The papers filled the entire trunk, which was odd, why keep them in a trunk?
I began to clean out the trunk, I stacked the papers next to it, and after a while I saw a white sheet.
My fingers grabbed onto the sheet and pulled it away.
A naked, filthy and half decomposed body was looking up at me.
It’s eyes looked like glass and the skin that was left looked shiny, like it had been mummified with floor wax or something.
The smell of mold, sweat and decay was hard to handle and my nose didn’t want to be close to it anymore so I stepped back.
I wondered who this person was, and if my grandfather had killed him.
For a moment I studied the man in the trunk, he had black hair, thick glasses and kinda chubby and a gap between his front teeth like Elmer Fudd.
I walk back to the ladder and hear my mom singing along to a song on the radio.
“Mom! Do you know a chubby man from a long time ago, he has thick glasses and a gap between his front teeth.”, I yelled down and waited for her to reply.
The volume of the music went down, “That must be Richard, we used to go out until I broke up with him and he began to stalk me. Why are you asking?”
“I just saw some photos and wondered who it was.”, I tell her and I sigh of relief when she tells me to get back to cleaning.
I got back to the body I now called by his name, Richard had to go.
My mother promised me I would get an game console if I did a good job cleaning out the attic, I would say her finding a dead body even though it’s not me who killed him would ruin that deal.
I could just throw back all the papers but my mom would surely find him that way.
The lock was broken so I couldn’t lock the trunk, then I had an idea to put him in the big clock and locking it, my mother never liked old clocks because of the ticking sound so she would never want to bring it downstairs.
I walked up to the clock and turned the key that locked the inner parts of the clock, the little door opened and another body was staring at me.
This time it was a skinny man with a baseball cap and pierced earlobes and a tattoo of a anchor on his upper left arm.
I closed the clock again and didn’t see any place to hide Richard.
Maybe next year I can do a good enough job to get a console.
I threw back all the papers and closed the trunk again, and continued cleaning up the attic.
It took a while to broom all the dust together and when I was done I went downstairs and followed the smell of pancakes.
Mother was making pancakes, I sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat some.
She sat next to me and asked, “So how did it go up in the attic?”
I took a sip of my orange juice before I told her all about what I found, except for the dead bodies part.
“And where did you see Richard’s photo?” She asked while she stroked her finger through my hair.
I didn’t want to seem suspicious so I made up a lie, “I looked at some photos that were in a box.”
“I also saw a photo of a guy with a baseball cap and earrings, oh and a anchor on his arm.”, I added.
My mom took a bite of a pancake she had covered in syrup before she told me who it was, “Tommy, we went out when I was in high school, turned out he went out with more girls than just me.”
“My father, your grandfather hated both of them. And he was right, they treated me like I was nothing.”,
She said and she kissed me on the forehead leaving a syrup print of her lips.
She got up and flipped some more pancakes, “I have no idea what came of them.”
I wasn’t sure if I could tell her, “Would you want to know?”
She pauses holding the spatula in the air, smoke was coming from the pan from the pancakes turning into charcoal, “Knowing my daddy, their probably long gone.”
I almost choked on a bite of pancake, and she tossed the black pancake onto the plate in front of me and she covered it in syrup.
“Just kidding.”, She said as she kissed my forehead again.