FRANK'S POV
I'm late for work. I'm brushing my teeth as I put on my pants, I'm drinking my coffee as I brush my hair.
I speed walk to my front door and swing it open. I nearly scream when I see a man on my porch.
"Oh... Hi Frank." Gerard looks at me like a deer in headlights.
"Thank God it's just you, I thought I was about to get murdered." I try to calm my rapid breathing.
I notice a black box in Gerard's hand.
"What's that?" I point at the box.
"A gift. I might as well give it to you face to face." Gerard hands me the feather light box.
I shake the box. Multiple items rattle in the box.
I slowly open the box, I completely forget about how late I am for work.
Guitar picks. Guitar picks with dicks on them.
"They're dick picks." Gerard giggles at his own pun.
I chuckle, "Thank you, you dork."
There's a moment of silence. When I look up, Gerard is gone.
A note lays on my porch.
Hey Frank.
I hope you like the dick picks.
Yours truly,
GerardI walk to work. I don't run. I dont even care that I'm late anymore.
I get yelled at when I walk through the doors. But, I keep the smile on my face.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
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