Posted in Drabble, Flash Fiction

Disgust

I was riding the scooter early morn when one walking man asked me to give me a lift. I willingly obliged. The man sat behind me and slowly started fondling me. I became taken a back and realized he was gay. Personally I hold no grudges against gays. But I am straight. I stopped the scooter and politely told him to get off.

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I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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