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The next installment of our story, HOLY FUDGE NUGGETS, is authored by Harlow Layne. If you like what you read, be sure to check out her work.
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Holy Fudge Nuggets
Sniffing, I scrunched up my nose at the offending object resting across my lap. “What the hell is that smell?”
“Oh, I think my friend used it last week when she had diarrhea. Does it smell bad?” she squeaked out like a tiny mouse being chased by a cat.
“I think bad is a gross understatement.”
Opening the glove compartment, I shuffled around dozens of films rolls before I could find what I was looking for she slapped my hand away and slammed the compartment door shut. “Hey, what was that for?”
“I don’t know?” she asked back with sass. “Maybe because you were going through my shit without asking. What were you even doing?”
“Looking for something to help cleanse this stench from this retched piece of fabric. It seems like maybe a little more happened to this poor defenseless towel than you’re letting on.”
Lauren slammed on the brakes and whipped her head toward me with a look of fiery vengeance. “Maybe if it’s so offensive to you, you’d like to walk to get your stupid hamburger, fries and milkshake, and find yourself some clothes.”
“No offense, but,” I held the towel up for her to get one last glance at it before I chucked it over the side. “Now that’s been taken care of, why don’t we get this show on the road and get me some burgers.”
Her brows furrowed. “What about clothes?” Her eyes flicked down to my lap for only a second and then met my eyes with her face as red as a bright sunset.
“Oh, I thought we were going through the drive thru.” I replied back cheekily. Surely there were places where we didn’t have to get out to pick up food in her town.
“And have your clumsy ass make a mess of my baby.”
“Baby? I thought that was a term of endearment for Earthling offspring or those you’re intimate with.”
“My Jeep is my baby.” Her eyes lit up with love for her beloved vehicle. “And my baby would appreciate it if it didn’t get alien herpes on all over the seat.”
“Well, I guess if spreading my alien herpes is what’s going to happen if I’m naked then I guess I’m starting an outbreak.”
“Why do you have to be naked?”
I was unsure if I should tell her the weakness of my race, but it seems like I’ll be unable to succeed in my mission otherwise.
“I have to be naked to be in tune with the environment. Clothing dampens my senses and I can’t use my abilities.”
Startled by a shock wave of the atmosphere shattering, we looked up, eyes glazed to see a phallic object falling from the sky head first, falling into the ground.
My enemy’s ship.
About the Author
Indie Author. Romance Writer. Reader. Mom. Wife. Dog Lover. Addicted to all things Happily Ever After and Amazon.
Harlow Layne is an emerging author of small-town and Hollywood romance.
Harlow wrote for years before she Luke and Alex’s story that had been swimming in her head for years.
When Harlow’s not writing you’ll find her shopping on Amazon, spending way too much time on social media, reading, or hanging out with her friends, family, and two dogs.
