Sunday, March 14, 2010


250 words on the darker possibilities of Facebook.

"You should have never sent me that letter".

On my knees and staring into the barrel of her gun, I tried to agree. But the gag only allowed me to "Mrrmmph, Agh, Whoot." My mind re-ran for the hundredth time just what the Hell was I thinking when I mailed that letter.

Was I thinking, "Bad idea bud. Never, ever look up old girlfriends?"

No. She was all friendly when I found her on Facebook. We even exchanged phone numbers. After all, it had been thirty years. Any old wounds would have healed by now. She seemed thrilled to hear from me. What a moron.

She was thrilled alright. Not only did I rekindle old feelings, but the address I left allowed her to act on those old feelings. And now this crazy bitch had me hog tied and was about to blow my sorry ass away.

"You do not know how happy I was to find you alive Jerry. A lot can happen in thirty years. But here we are once again. You, me, another sleazy motel room and one of us is on our knees again. Seems just like old times, doesn't it?...........Doesn't it?..........Nod your head Jerry or shake it. I cannot even understand that muffled gibberish coming out from behind the gag."

I nodded my head.

“Okay then. So what always came next Jerry? You would lie again and promise me your love as you climbed ………………”

Oh jeezus, is that a strap on she’s hooking up?

Back to work.................


David Barber said...

F****** Hell, Mike. Nice work. Exactly why Face Book is something I avoid. :-)

Utah Savage said...

Great story telling; at least that's what I hope this is. I've always know you were a good writer but when you let fly the imagination wow! You can really write. Let me know when you publish.

Like David here one more reason to hate facebook

susana said...

Quick, unfriend her! She could google your house and check out your hot-tub all within a few keystrokes!

Beach Bum said...

Made me shiver in dread and a certain orifice pucker in fear.

Crybbe666 said...

A cool, quite believable piece...I would imagine that poor Jerry isn't enjoying the reunion as much as he had hoped. Great story, MRM!

Four Dinners said...

I have a Facebook account I rarely go near. All these strange people want to be my friend and it freaks me out.

Mind you, if I could meet peeps stranger than me maybe I should go there?

Thing is, loads of people I intentionally lost touch with have popped up again and I can't get rid of the idiots now!!!

Dangerous thing Facebook.

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susan said...

Worse would be finding someone you don't remember who harbors a grudge for an incident you don't recall.

Good story.

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Demeur said...

Those road trips 30 years ago must have been something Crum.
But like they say you can't go home again.

Randal Graves said...

Now let this be a stern warning to all you lured by the sultry sheen of Facebook.

MRMacrum said...

Hmm. Well thanks to all for the comments. Glad you all liked it.

What's odd is I was sure I had placed a comment here earlier, but apparently I fantasized that I did, or I have just dropped into an alternative reality. I will admit to not giving the blog as much attention recently, or the right kind of attention. It is possible (however small a possibility it may be) that I wrote a series of witty comments, punched preview, and then closed it all out without punching publish. Yeah, I suppose that's a possibility. In this reality anyway. I never drop the ball in the other one.

Anyway, let's see if I can remember any of what I thought I wrote.

Yes, this was inspired by me finding an old girlfriend on Facebook which I just joined and now wonder why. I did not contact said old girlfriend, but I came up with a story about it. I would assume that there were no grudges. I simply was not that memorable I am sure.