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Parking Lot Ethics 101
by Bob Church
copyright 08-10-2002


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
Parking Lot Ethics 101

Severe pain.... mind-numbing, white-hot bolts of electricity surged in his crotch as his head hit the pavement. He tried to move, to relieve the agony. A cold pallor swept across his body and his hands instinctively reached downward, rivulets of sweat running down his forehead and into his eyes. No sounds immediately emanated, though his mouth fell open, sucking like a beached carp. Only a deep, guttural response from his throat reminded him that he needed to breathe.

Panic became an afterthought replaced by waves of paroxysm in his gut, and as he turned his head to the side, putrescent remains of hot wings and Bud Lite soon blighted the asphalt where he lay. Somehow, his endocrine system sent a signal for all his organs to simultaneously overload. If this was his body's natural pain-relief mechanism, then God was a cruel master, intent on making him pay for his bout with insobriety.

The retching subsided, he suddenly felt light-headed and giddy, the pain simply gone. A peaceful calm overtook him, and the only sound he heard was that of his heartbeat in his ears. Lying there, in the stillness of that parking lot, he started to faintly make out harsh, round, white lights that broke the inky blackness of the night, burning his teary eyes.

He heard muted voices and felt several sets of hands grasping at his arms and shoulders in a semi-successful attempt to right his ship. Friends dusted his clothing and handed him his hat. In the fog of his mind, Bubba Strunk once and for all time resolved that it would never again be necessary to use the Braille method when reminding Cindy Lou Parker of her butt's voluptuous proportion.


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09-23-2002 Nan Jacobs    

ACK! A muy surprise ending! And I must say, thanks to your vivid imagery,now I understand.... rofl.... (sorry)
~~nan


08-10-2002 Aaron Schmookler    

I like the way the story runs. Fun, surprising.

I'd look for improvement mostly to the images you use, and the way they're constructed. Make sure the image in your head is the image on the paper. For instance: The first line makes me think that hitting his head caused his crotch to hurt which confused me and made me stop and reread the sentence. Also, I like the comparison between his mouth dropping open witha beached carp, but his mouth probably fell open like that of a beached carp, since beached carp don't themselves open.


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