Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #65: Chaff

I know I had a three-month relationship between marriages, twenty years ago, but I can barely recall the guy in question.  He wore blue three-piece suits, and had a mole on I think his right cheek.  Otherwise, nothing.  I can’t even remember his name—Dan?  Stan?  We must have had sex at least once, at least I have the feeling we did, which makes my haziness regarding him a bit surprising, since I never forget a sexual partner, even the lame ones.  Perhaps as I’ve grown older, my brain has started sorting out the chaff; everyone wants a chaffless life.

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews

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