Dammit-Dave Doesn’t Dare Part #1

Written By Joe Smolen

Dave doesn’t dare discuss his “dozen desiccated desultory dames” didactically. A driven dude, disdainfully Dave does divulge devolved, disingenuous deeds all, by definition, dubious: Donkey Dissipation, Dahlia Defoliation, Dog Defamation, Deliberate Doughnut Deprivation, Denticular Deviation, Dorsal Denigration. Daily dodging his “desiccated dames” discreetly, Dave deftly diverts dame discussions, by default dwindling doughnut disbursement dramatically.

“But Dave!” I decry, doughnut deprived, “A dozen?”

“Discarded a dozen,” Dave delineates demonstratively, “Dehydrated deportment, definitely.”

“Damned delicious detail, Dave! Don’t desist, dude!” I demand. “Diffidence downright detracts.”

“Deformed Degenerates,” declares Dave, distractedly drumming digitally. “Ditched me designedly.”

Drat! Is Dave’s descent diversionary? Has deduced disquisition describing damaged doughnuts diverted? Dissembled down into dreaded didaction demonizing dames?

 

 

 

 

 

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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