Dammit-Dave Doesn’t Dare Part #3

Written By Joe Smolen

Dear Dave,

That dare-dame-devilish decade is done, dude! I divine you diurnally, damefoundedly driven to distraction. Don’t deny it.

 I dare say I dwell deceptively, dexterously, daily disengaged, dozen-doughnutted, discreet – devoutly decondamenated – indamenified. Dubidameous doughnuts deliver my dispassion dependably despite the drudgery of disentangling my deviant downward dogmatic drift into dedamefinite diffidamenation. Discovering damefoundedness my desideratum dogs me dishearteningly.

Dave, don’t deduce me doughnut delinquent. Devour dozens, I do, despite declining delectability, despite my domicile’s deepening damefoliation. Day-dreaming, I depict a deliquesced dame daintily, delightfully delaying departure then doing doughnut dough.

D. David I. de Facto

Joe Smolen

Joe C. Smolen, AKA L.W. Smolen is an Oregon Coast writer of insufficiently exaggerated notoriety. Never having been arrested, he lives with his wife Sherrie and the ghost of their black, Standard Poodle Rico Suave in a really pretty good, Prairie Style house they built themselves. Since the Literary Magazine Fleas on the Dog of Kitchener, Ontario has permanently stopped accepting submissions, in order to read L.W. Smolen’s 2021 short fiction, A Real Guy, you are referred to joecsmolen.com. Some of L.W’s other, subsequent short fictions are archived at Olive Tree Review, Ginosko, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Wilderness House and etc. Kirkus reviews once interpreted his work favorably.

https://joecsmolen.com
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