Neither phrase would go away. They would not be banished. Why couldn't I leave them somewhere? Casually work them into conversation and abandon them. Give them to a stranger. Let someone else deal with the mess. I didn't make up either one. Why should I be stuck? Burdened for months with these two unspeakable clunkers. Finally I wrote my way out of this putrid mess with a short story.
A handsome and mysterious stranger is suddenly stuck with appendicitis while waiting in line for the Alien Cave Woman Sex theme ride. While prepping him for surgery Carnival Nurse Betty Brazen was surprised (and intrigued) to discovers his secret tattoo. And quick as that, both phrases were gone! Vanquished forever!
Freedom at last, because now, they have become yours. Enjoy.
Doug Mathewson is the editor of Blink-Ink, a contributing editor of MUST, and a participating member of the Harbinger 33 project. His somewhat episodic fiction, True Stories From Imaginary Lives, is available at www.little2say.org.
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