Clay McDonald finds the perfect car on Craigslist and is quick to send the seller a text:
Is your
penis still for sale?
AutoCorrect strikes again. Damn—he should’ve proofread. How
embarrassing.
Luckily Darrell Anderson, a mechanic and the owner of the
Prius, is more amused than offended, and the two men agree to meet. When they
do, the attraction is instant, and a date is arranged. But a series of mishaps,
misunderstandings, and misplaced assumptions sorely test the new relationship.
In a contemporary romantic comedy about the perils of
technology and dating in the modern world, a text that went so wrong might just
lead to something so right—but only if Clay can refrain from jumping to
conclusions and give love the benefit of the doubt.
Excerpt:
“Hey, I left the towel in
the bathroom,” Bert giggled.
Darrell had no idea what
was so funny about that, but… well, Bert’s brain was soaked in alcohol. He did
make a mental note to go get the thing since he was washing clothes. “Okay.
I’ll get it in a minute. Want to watch TV?”
“Sure,” Bert answered.
Darrell wondered if Bert
knew his eyes were closed. He surfed the channels until he found a good movie.
Within minutes Bert was asleep. Darrell retrieved Bert’s wet towel and added it
to the pile of laundry. He sipped his soda and watched the movie alone. Of all
the things he could’ve been doing on a Saturday night, babysitting Bert never
entered his mind. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
Once the movie ended,
Darrell started picking up around the house. Seeing his phone, he decided to
check it. Sure enough, there were several calls inquiring about the Prius. He
either left a text or a voice message telling people what time they could come
by to check out the car starting Monday.
Just as he was finishing
up, he got another text message. Hey!
This is Clay. I saw your penis for sale on Craigslist. Is it still available?
If so, I would like to take it for a test drive sometimes tonight.
Darrell started laughing.
Oh, that was hysterical. As much as he hated to admit it, that was the best
offer he’d had in a long time. He fired back a message. Hi Clay, I’m selling a Prius. Is that what you meant? He couldn’t
wait to see what the response was. Was it bad that he actually hoped whoever
that was meant what the text said?
Another text came in: Yes!! Apologies new phone.
Darrell bit his lip.
Somewhere out there was a guy dying of embarrassment. He answered: Well it’s Craigslist. You never know.
Still laughing, he
checked the time. Bert was probably down for the night, and he had nothing
better to do than this. Oh, what the hell. He sent back a quick text message
telling Clay where he lived and to come and look at it.
Since it was summer, it
didn’t get dark until much later, so they had some daylight left. After he sent
the message, he got another text back saying Clay would be there in about
thirty minutes.
Darrell walked back to
his bedroom and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. After that text exchange,
showing up in his night pants might be pushing it. He was still chuckling
quietly as he walked out to the garage to check on the Prius.
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Author
Bio:
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in
the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy
worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous
shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles.
It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s on the back porch tending to the
demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her
high school sweetheart, and they have two grown children.
She is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of
America.
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