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

 

Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #63: Meat-a-Mat

Ad from the American Meat Institute, 1947.

My most memorable job?  Working for the Meat-a-Mat during my senior year of high school, 1947.  Not only did I feel sophisticated working there (we were across from the train station—ah, the allure of travel!), but I also, occasionally, as we said back then, got lucky with our female customers.  Though I cut down my meat consumption decades ago (I turn ninety this year), I gotta admit that the finest cuts look damned impressive, and they make you look that way, too, when you sell them.  You can’t say that about, say, carrots, despite how they improve your eyesight.

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews