100 Words - Autistic Fantasy

 

There she was again, the woman at the bar. Larry approached her and tried his best to exude confidence, but his lack of acting skill betrayed him. He melted before the woman’s awesome visage. His inner critics laughed till he puked, then they laughed some more.

Then he looked up and she was still there, smiling. He turned and ran out of the bar. He stood trying to catch his breath and steady his nerves. Then there she was, standing next to him.

“You have the soul of a mighty warrior.” She touched his cheek. Give me your phone number.

100 Words - Inner Critics

 

My inner critics will not behave. They are poking around in my brain causing random tears, laughter and erections. I’m 60 years old. I should have control of the these things. My family says I need therapy. I just think I need more beer.

Therapy scares me. It eventually helped my mother, but she went through Hell on the way.

It’s all puberty’s fault. I had a wonderful singing voice before all those hormones got involved. Then I had to stop hugging my friends. My friends then were mostly girls for some reason. I never actually needed to question why.