Flash Friday, first date in Flash Friday

“So, what about your parents?”

“God I hate small talk.”

“Me too. Let’s just have sex.”

“With each other?”

“Big talk.”

“Ok. I didn’t know my parents.”

“Orphan?”

“Don’t give me that face, see what I mean about small talk? No, my mom kidnapped me from a grocery store when I was like one or something.”
“Jesus, really?”

“Why would I make that up.”

“You must have been pissed, I mean, the lying.”

“What’s your best memory from childhood, like a specific day.”

“Any specific day?”

“No, that wouldn’t be specific. December 24th.”

“ok, ok, but that’s different. My dad told me when I was like eight that there wasn’t any Santa Claus. My mom got really mad at him. They fought. I hid in my room.”

“Yeah? And?”

“And nothing. What’d you do when your kidnapper told you?”

“She didn’t. The cops called me when I was sixteen, said that had her locked up for drunk and disorderly. I went down to bail her out. They found she had some other priors and few aliases and one thing led to another and the story unraveled. My mom got shanked in county waiting for arraignment.”

“Bullshit, you’re just making an excuse to not make small talk.”

“Sort of, except it’s not bullshit, it’s just one of a bunch of reasons why small talk seems so …small.”

“So, did they find your parents?”

“Yeah, they cried and shit. I could say that I had nothing in common, but, honestly, I just didn’t like them. They were so fucking … wonder bread. I applied for emancipation.”

“Jesus that must have been tense.”

“What? No. I ran away to Sante Fe and applied for emancipation.”

“Huh.”

“Sort what do you do?”

“I trap sharks for scientific research.”

“Really?’

“Hell no, but I’m not following that story. Can we have sex yet?”

“You have a safe word?”