Today I’m dipping into my satirical pool. I started this in NaNo 2010 and it’s still not completed. Story of my life.
Jerrick smiled; a mild polite one at Betsy across the table from him. His mother, in her constant quest to interfere with all aspects of his life, set another date up with Myra’s homely daughter. He noticed the night had been more gracious with her looks than the harsh reality fluorescent lighting presented. Her hair gave the appearance of housing a large family of ferrets. Her eyes, like lipid pools of molten tar, bore into him like a demon sucking his blackened soul through a crazy straw. Her pasty skin glistened like Elmer’s glue when she didn’t spend her time staring at the floor.