Ya know how they say “there was something about her eyes”? In this case it was so true. Eyes that whisper, you will never make the cut. She entered the scene long and wavy in all the right places. There he is. He’ll be swimming in heartache by dawn, and he hasn’t even bothered looking at her eyes yet. She is no damsel, and he definitely is no hero. Mixing one complete part of wow, with two parts dumb, this train-wreck is pulling out of, boy, your life will never be the same-ville.
Flash Fiction: Derailed
Ron Lanham Writing 