fiction: couples

“Marcus promised he would drop by the party, and he did.  He is late, but brings beer, so all is forgiven.  A crowd gathers around the television; the main event has started.  Marcus hangs back, hovering around the chip bowl, darting in occassionally.  The party demographic is clear:  church-going bright-line monogamy.  Everyone is an adult.  Marcus is not.  He swallows a Dorito and decides to flirt with someone’s girlfriend.”

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