Sure, Why Not? – By A. L. Cerda
Flash Fiction / October 17, 2010

We’re at the doorway to her apartment, her key entering the lock. And no, I’m not going to make the obvious double entendre quip. But this is do or die time. It’s now or never and all that jazz. God, I’m so nervous. I can’t believe I’m actually going to go through with this. As she opens the door, I move in closer than I’ve ever dared invade her personal space. “It’s been a nice night,” I say. “Yeah, it has been.” Inside her apartment now. “Too bad I have to go and ruin it.” I put my hand on her arm and, in my best attempt at smooth, turn her to face me. I lean down and place my lips upon hers. Now, having thought about this all night, I know there are three possible outcomes. Actually, there’s an infinite number of outcomes, but only three highly probably ones. First outcome: Jayde struggles from the kiss, violently pulling herself away. The sudden jerking action leaves me so dazed that it barely registers when the palm of her open hand slaps across my cheek. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks in a raised and stern tone. “I… I……