Flash Fiction #53 – BROCK HUDSON was in MY KITCHEN!





Just tutored Brock Hudson in math. 

That’s right! BROCK HUDSON. 

His hunk of an existence was in my kitchen. 

His shoe print was on my tile floor. 

Mom cleaned it up. Almost cried. 

I wanted to make a shrine. 

He asked if we had chips. 

I was like… YEAH. 

Our fingers touched. Pretty much died. 

His DNA is on my finger! 

So in love. 

He smiled at me 

when he understood the equations. ME! 

All I can think about is Brock Hudson. 

Brock Brock Brock. 


<Dis Brock. Think U meant 2 text Britney>

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