“Simone you can’t sleep with other women every time you get drunk and then claim you’re perfectly straight.”
Simone shook her head.
“Listen Jennifer, once I find the right man, it won’t be a problem anymore.” She replied.
“Face it! You’re in denial. You like being with women.” I told her.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m straight.”
“So is spaghetti, until it gets wet.” I countered.
Simone ignored me and got out of my bed.
Word count: 77 + prompt
This was written with the prompt denial provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #105.