Short Story Preview: Like Janis
Like Janis in the song, she also wanted a Mur-say-deez Benz. She didn’t have friends who drove Porsches, most had BMWs, but she still felt that she needed to amend this imbalance in her social standing.
He had not given her a Mur-say-deez Benz, he had given her a monkey in an emerald green silk gown. He had found the gown in a second hand shop, he said, so it wasn’t even new. The monkey was cute enough with its brown fur and strange human like actions, but it was still a monkey.
She fed the furry human another peanut and watched as the little brown brow wrinkled in concentration and the tiny fingers shelled it then stuffed the pale nuts into its mouth. It chirruped its approval and looked at her in expectation.
Absentmindedly she gave the monkey another, quietly fuming about the no-show of the Merc.
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