You know what an analogy is, don’t you? It’s when one thing is compared to another thing to make a point.
The Old Soldier wants to compare an orgasm to the flash fiction short story.
No, the Old Soldier has not had too much to drink, just enough to drink to make this work. I think.
Flash fiction is not about foreplay. Flash fiction is about presenting a significant event in as few words as possible.
Or think of flash fiction this way. A woman likes a man. Maybe she loves this man. She is definitely hot for this man. But they don’t have much time.
So, he says to her: Honey, just lay back on these pillows and I’ll cum in your mouth and then I’ll eat and finger you to orgasm. Then we got to get the hell out of here.
A lot of women would go for that.
That’s what flash fiction is like.
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It’s Friday night my brothers and sisters. The Old Soldier will be at Del’s in Bloomfield. I think I might start off with Bob Seeger’s Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man and the Wind of Change by the Scorpions.
After that, who knows?
This is the Old Soldier blogging and rockin’ out in Pittsburgh.
Read. Study. Write. Submit.
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Stuffing Dollar Bills Down Haely’s Cleavage
It’s around 9:30 PM. I sit at the bar at Sonny’s Tavern. The young, sexy Haely (I hope I spelled her name right. I told her I was going to blog about her, to check out the magazine on Monday.) is behind the bar. In real life she is a pharmacy intern. On Friday nights she’s the hot bartender at Sonny’s. Just jeans and a long-sleeve jersey, showing some nice cleavage. And she wears glasses, too. She’s in her twenties. You got to love it.
Well, I don’t know if Joannie the DJ is going to have karaoke. If she does I’ll sing It’s My Life by The Animals because I know the lyrics. The monitor forces you to turn your back on the audience and you never want to do that.
But the real action is at Del’s.
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I’m at Del’s now. It is snowing outside. We are supposed to get three inches of snow and three inches of ice in the next few hours. Del’s is dead. It’s 10:30 PM.
I got up and did It’s My Life by The Animals, but that is not the important thing.
I asked the DJ how much the cordless mike cost, because I throw it around pretty good, hand to hand and up in the air. The Old Soldier told you he was a performance artist, not jus a karaoke singer.
The DJ told me that when the salesman was pitching the karaoke system, he ran over the mike with a car.
I have been released.
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I wrote this around 11:00 AM Saturday morning.
So, the weather killed karaoke at Del’s but not business at Sonny’s Tavern. I left Del’s and walked back to Sonny’s. Sonny’s was packed. A young crowd. I got a seat at the bar. And there was Haely, slinging booze.
There is a strong lesbian element at Sonny’s. I mention this in passing. The first time I saw women stuffing dollar bills down Haely’s cleavage I thought it was hot. The Old Soldier thought this was a great way to give Haely a tip.
So, last night, for the second time, I stuffed a couple of dollar bills down Haely’s cleavage. Two fingers can only tell you so much. But the girl is full and firm.
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