The Blind Date

My name is Flutter T. Flies, my phantom date ferociously said. I will remember his cocky attitude until the day I am dead. Do you like frogs? I asked, in a silly sing song voice. I am super sassy too, my name is Kathisha EverBee Joyce. He rolled his eyes and acted like I was not the cat’s meow. Which made me angry, and I mean furious now. I saw pink, orange, blue and red in my mind. How dare this Tom be nasty to me, a rare find. It was a date set up by our mothers, idiots apparently. We are not suited any more than a spider web to a bee. I watched him devour fries in a weird ugly toothy way. And I was glad to leave the buffoon at the end of the day.