Mini Short Stories: 2020 Volume 1

Husky

The phone rang and I answered animatedly. It was Friday night and I was expecting a special call. I smiled when I hung up. Marcia was on her way. We were going to an outdoors horror movie festival and I was super excited. I hoped to meet a nice, polite, rich young man who would pamper me for life. Please don’t judge me too harshly, Dear Reader. I was just nineteen years old.

We found a nice spot to sit and spread our blankets. Marcia browsed through the movie itinerary and I scanned the crowd for my future husband. Marcia was tired of rolling her eyes at me and left to buy popcorn. I sat modestly yet strategically and ignored the current carnage on screen. Most of the teenagers were chatting and laughing anyway. I started to daydream about the best match for me when I felt something wet and squishy fall on my head. I screamed.

“Sorry they sistren. Me eh see yuh nah.” The expletives I wanted to hurl died in my throat at his voice and I looked up. He looked like the human equivalent of a doberman mixed with a pitbull.  His voice was deep, with an unattractive face.  Even crouched down, he was a mountain looming over me. He apologised for dropping his hot dog. Luckily, it was easy to wipe the ketchup off my face and braids, but I felt nervous. This Iron Giant kept staring at me. I was stupefied when Marcia returned and greeted him with a friendly, “Hey Mark!”. Apparently, they were doing Statistics together so she invited him to share our blanket.

I thought he was weird. Who goes out to a social gathering alone especially when you’re an Iron Giant with a deep baritone and dreadlocks like a male Medusa? He was just so husky and I shivered at how horrible the word sounded. Then I heard him speak and I realised he was a great conversationalist and as I am always  armed with opinions we engaged in battle. Marcia got fed up of our deuling and left. We started with the movie lineup and leaped across to several topics. Our debate needed many more encounters to continue our discussions on socio-cultural themes. Soon we were confiding in each other and attending events together. It was inevitable that we would be inseparable. 

On my wedding day two years later, Marcia reminded me that I got what I wanted except Mark wasn’t rich. That was no longer important to me. Three months after Mark called to tell me that he had inherited a fortune. I laughed already content with life.

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I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to write about a pet husky 😅😅😅.

The idea just refused to develop. It happens, right? Then I checked the definition of husky and I got "tall, strong and attractive" as another meaning for this word. I purposefully made the husky character physically unattractive, but he still appealed to the main character, right? 😉.

Have you ever planned to go out and just pick up a bf/gf?

Have you ever had food dropped on you in public?

This story is a personal favourite and one that I may expand into a longer story with more details?

What do you think was the funniest part?

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