One Page Short Stories #4: Sugary Ray

One Page Short Series is a story series created by Matthew Eng. Click here to see the Rules.

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Sugary Ray
(12/8/14)

I once had a friend who loved Sugar Ray. I’m not talking about a long time ago, It’s the year 2014 and I stopped talking to him about two years ago. His name wasn’t Ray. It was Craig. But all of us called him Sugary Ray. Don’t ask m why we added the suffix. I wouldn’t say he was full-blown obsessed with the band. But he did have every one of their albums, pus an autographed picture personalized by Mark McGrath. Douche chills. The douche chills were further compounded by his decade long ritual of recreating the lead singer’s frosted tips hairstyle. That might have been enough to sever ties by any normal standard. But I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt. That was until the night of 15 December 2012. That was the final straw.

We both worked at a small engineering firm at the time. We had our big christmas party. We were hot on the heels of finishing a big design for a major government contractor, so we all wanted to cut loose. Craig and I drank from the start to the end of the party, never stopping. On the way back to my place, he asked the cab driver if he could make a quick stop at the convenience store. He walked in, paid, and walked out quietly and calmly, two bags in hand. Minutes later, I paid my share of the cab fare and headed upstairs to my apartment. He then got back in the can and went straight back to the firm where we worked and burned it down with two bags worth of lighter fluid and matches. In the end, Sugar Ray had nothing to do with it.

One Page Short Stories #1: Time’s Up

I enjoy writing. I also like getting to the point. Why not merge the two together. I wanted to start a new writing exercise where I write one page short stories. The rules are pretty simple:

1. The story can be about anything.
2. The entire story has to fit on one page of my composition book.
3. It is all written in one shot – no editing after it has finished.
4. I will post a picture of the story and its transcript.

Should be fun. Here is my first one.

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Time’s Up
(12/6/14)

Jesus. Oh Jesus. I have to piss so bad. Leave it to me to down a large coffee before the morning meting. If I hadn’t stayed up so late last night staking my ex on Facebook, this wouldn’t be an issue. I would be well-rounded and well-adjusted. I’d be a fully functional twenty-something with a great job, wife, and kids. But no, I’m just a single twenty-something who can’t stand how stupid Annie’s new boyfriend looks in that sweater on her profile picture. Asshole. So now on top of my bladder overflowing with liquid waste, I’m pissed off. This is my life.

My boss with the turkey neck and the penchant for ass-grabbery is finally wrapping up his closing speech. He calls it his “Morning Motivational.” Christ. It wasn’t so bad until I started to realize he was just Googling quotes from Tony Robbins videos on Youtube. This guy couldn’t motivate me to do anything now. It doesn’t matter because he is finally wrapping up. I’ve started to feel pain in my ears I have to pee so bad. How does that work?

I rush to the bathroom down the hall. The door opens in slow motion. It’s like I am in the goddamn matrix or something. My lips are chapped  as I scan my new surroundings. EVERY. URINAL. IS. TAKEN. Next best options are the can. Nope. All taken. I can tell by the shoes in the corner stall that my fucking intern is dropping hot business.

I’m sweating in disbelief in the middle of the bathroom. Three guys begin to flush as the warmth runs down me.