Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Fifteen

Rosita lit cigarette from the stub of the last and scrubbed a yellow sock.

“Me and Manuel don’t get jiggy no more. He’s so fat I can’t find his cojones. Last night he’s begging for it, so I go looking. What’d I find under his great belly? I’ll tell ya. I find the biro pen he lost last month. I find a half-eaten sucking candy. I find cannoli from the ristorante we went for his last birthday. What don’t I find? His pênis. I’m shouting out the list and he laughs so much the bed collapses. Hombres. Who knew…” 

©️jj 2019

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