Frank
The monster strolled through town unaware ...
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WINSOME
The most winsome thing I wrote today is:
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If you find something to do other than vote, are you bad?
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The monster strolled through town unaware of Matilda.
He was so used to that scream-and-run-away nonsense he wouldn't have planned for her anyway. He needed some lunch and if he did the arms raised up, groan and grunt thing, he'd clear out a fashionable restaurant in only a few minutes. Then he'd have his pick from the menu.
But then there was Matilda.
"Now you just wait a minute Mr. Monster. You're not going to come strolling through town, scaring everybody away, and then think I'm gonna serve you a hot meal."
He was disheartened. He might actually have to use violence with this woman.
"Now sit your butt down in that booth and I'll get you a menu."
She returned promptly and looked absolutely adorable to him. It was a cowboy-themed restaurant and Matilda wore a white shirt, black belt, cowboy boots and jeans. Her apron sat low on her hips slung around her in a masculine fashion. Her nametag seemed out of place on her wild-west one-button-too-many-undone look, but he liked knowing something about her. He liked knowing how to read even though he couldn't speak.
She handed him the menu and set down a small plate of pickles. (It was part of the restaurant's schtick.)
"Now honey, I've been watching Fox News and you're all over it. Dr. Frankenstein's monster escapes! They're so dramatic on Fox. Can I just call you Frank?"
He fumbled with the menu. He grunted at her. He couldn't sing or dance like they depicted in the new film based on his life. He felt awkward for the first time in his life being so near to such a beautiful woman.
"I'll be right back; I'll just take care of you today Frank." She snatched the menu out of his hands and disappeared into the back.
He watched her go. She had a nice butt.
She returned moments later with a plate of victuals she'd assembled from the abandoned kitchen. She'd been in the restaurant business a long time and knew how to make things happen with or without a cooperative staff. She sat down.
"You chased off all the customers and the help too. I guess I have time to chat with you."
Frank devoured the food she placed in front of him. Silverware, he felt, unnecessarily burdened the culinary experience.
"You know they're coming to capture you."
Frank looked up at her and a tear rolled down his cheek. He remembered the time with the torches, and the flames, and the burning windmill, and the angry townsmen. He didn't want to see something like that again. She smiled at him and nearly cried herself.
He wasn't a bad looking guy. That scar on his forehead would heal someday. A nice haircut would do him wonders. She could learn to accept those knobs on his neck. She'd dated far more hideous looking creatures with far less notoriety.
And this guy actually seemed sensitive.
"Tell ya what. Let's hop in my car and I'll let you shack up at my place until the heat blows over. Besides, I gotta get you out of here or I'll never make tips."
The two stood up out of the booth.
She took his hand and led him out the back door and to her car. He felt cold, clammy, and rough. She forgot he'd been dead only a few days before. They crawled into her Honda Civic. His legs were all akimbo trying to cram into the compact car.
"Put your seatbelt on."
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