Older Women – By Joshua Scribner
Flash Fiction / November 30, 2008

“To answer your question, yes, I am gay. Why not? I mean, aren’t you so hot no straight man could resist you? So why don’t you just believe what you need to believe and go away. You’re probably scaring away someone I might want to be around.” The little blonde with the massive chest hopped off the barstool and scampered out the door like a field mouse retreating to a hole in the ground. Tony ignored the glares of several men, who were no doubt angry that he’d chased away what they considered the top prospect in the bar. He wanted to return to nursing his Martini and making eyes at the creature on the other side of the room, but he was severely dejected to see she was no longer sitting there. “That was very rude of you.” He turned back to see the woman he wanted was sitting on the stool the other woman had vacated. “How did you sneak up on me like that?” he asked. “I’m crafty,” she said, lowering her head a little and looking up in a way that drove him crazy. “But you shouldn’t have done that to that poor woman. I mean,…