I’m trying to find my way back to Ficly. If you would like to discuss my writings, I’d would be more than happy.

However, if you leave comments such as “I don’t understand this Ficly”, don’t expect a response. I think comments of that type should be discouraged. We are all here to learn.

This story contains one basic structure, it is without gender. Saying someone “looks” like someone is not a definitive statement of that person’s sex. Gender terms, such as “flaming” or “effeminate” are not definitive of one’s sex either.

Have fun reading it. Read it more than once, add your own images of each characters sex, male, female, none or both. This piece could be, read with an open mind, multiple stories. It’s basically a template.

Feel free to sequel. Copy & paste, adding sexes, genders, ages, ethnicity.

The conversation is trippy. I couldn’t think of a better word than trippy, and I don’t think it’s a word. But you know. Interesting how the narration is all at the end instead of divvied out along the way. Images are present in every line— that’s the constant. Definitely a bar scene conversation with plenty of flirtatiousness. I liked it. It’s not laugh out loud funny. It’s more of a shake your head and smirk kind of thing. Which is just as good. Strong writing too. Lots of alliteration.

Definitely odd, but it still holds together to convey this sort of vapid, flirtatious conversation and a state of mind. The ending is surprisingly ominous, but that’s what cliffhangers are all about.