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

Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #64: Dicks with Chicks

Yo, incels: I know why the worst Chads nab the hottest Stacys.  Years ago, those Chads started feigning Chaddishness.  They pretended they’d lost their virginity during grade school; they pretended their sexual conquests totaled in the quadruple-digits; they pretended they didn’t have crushing student-loan debt.  And eventually, the fake Chads turned into real ones.  Stacys drool over male confidence, real or not, the best way to distract themselves from worrying about climate catastrophe (or about Black Lives Matter, depending upon the Stacys’ politics).

Sex can both enlighten and pacify you; thus, dicks with chicks epitomize purple haze: a red-pill/blue-pill combo.

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews