Jack and Jill and....Sandra?, a short story by Juri. Times viewed: 346
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Jill looked at her watch and tapped the cigarette that had gotten old.
"He seems like a good man." says Sandra (the gay man in a gothic clothing seemed to be the only one she could converse with at the time) Jill lets a puff go through her nostrils.
"I know that, I'm just a bad woman and I don't deserve a guy like Jack. He is the type that any bachelorette would love to marry. He has it all, the taste of a million dating sites into the perfect human being that actually walks this damned cabaret."
"He knows that Jill, but think about it you guys even have a rhyme that tells you both are meant to be together."
"You believe that fate shit? The old rhymes that they make kids learn as a form of torture? Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown..."
"And Jill went tumbling after!" Sandra clapped but wary of his recent manicure. Jill left out a chuckle, "Sandra let me correct it, Jack and Jill went to the wedding hill to fetch a good fuck, and Jack got drunk and broke his heart. Then Jill tumbles after and gets a major reality check."
Sandra sighed at the sad attempt to cheer her up, "So why doesn't a guy like Jack give up?"
Jill laughs, "Because a good man like Jack won't give up even if it means falling again and breaking his crown. Even if it means for falling for a bad woman like myself."
Jill took another drag and squashed the cigarette. Just like that she broke the guy's heart, and so far all she felt was numbness. After all Jill got tired of falling down she believed Jack would too (well at least someday she hoped).
She hollered at a nearby waiter, "Hey Roger, got a pail of vodka!?"
Sandra snickered pitying the poor waiter that had to serve Jill. Jill was going to make his night a horrible one to remember.
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