“No way.” She turned away.
“I don’t know why I’ve got this reputation, I’m an OK kind of guy. I commit to people.”
“I’d heard you’d shag road-kill if it were still warm,” she snapped.
He spread his palms in mock indignation. “One sheep… that’s all.”
The humour fell flat, and his shoulders slumped.
“Sorry, since my mother died I…..” he faltered, turning away.
“Oh I’m really sorry…” She caught his sleeve. “Maybe just one drink then.”
Just a matter of finding the right bait, he thought, admiring her ass on the way to the door.
Amidst all the chaos of birthday and Christmas I just didn’t find the time to come up with a new story this week. So it’s a retread, this time from over nine years ago. Nine years… and that’s not even the earliest story. It’s no wonder I’m running out of inspiration. Thanks to Rochelle for her leadership of Friday Fictioneers.
castelsarrasin 
Worth a reprint, and it was before my time so it was new for me
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He knew his bait right & got to hook her.
Trusting can have its drawbacks.
New story for me too 🙂
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“I’d heard you’d shag road-kill if it were still warm,” — brutal. I love it.
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Before my time so brand-new to me. And those guys are out there…
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Got her! I like your take on fishing even though he sounds awful.
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Why do they fall for the sob sob story – every time.
I like how the conversation is expletive in its tone, do people really talk like this?
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Dear Sandra,
You’d shag roadkill. I love that line. What an operator. Creep. Nine years? We have been at it a long time…and you longer than I. It’s perfectly kosher to bring those golden oldies back to life.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great characterisation here, Sandra. I can imagine them both clearly. And this one was new to me – as others have said, always good to bring out an old favourite though.
Jen
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Sandra, You’ll never run out of inspiration! And you’re such a master of dialogue and characterization, the setting comes to life and the man and woman only too recognizable. The end, alas, is all too clear.
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I don’t remember how long I’ve been doing FF–have to look it up. Anyway, I do seem to remember this one. You kept us wondering right up to the last sentence!
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Stupid girl…
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Oh ain’t that the truth. I got more than a chuckle out of this one.
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You’re always getting punished for being compassionate… let’s hope she doesn’t seriously fall for him. Great story and to me it was new, too.
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A great little story. Hopefully, I’ll be reading it again in 2031!
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She’s going to regret it!
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An oldie but a goodie, Sandra. The dying mother bait might just work a second time. 🙂
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Some guys are just like that…
You’ve caught the two characters admirably.
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I may or may not have read this before but I know I enjoyed it this time. “Shag a road kill”, I may use that, on one of those Casanovas at work.
Thanks Sandra.
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Nine years is plenty of time before breaking it out again. I think she’s going to end up as so much roadkill, used and discarded.
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Wow. What a player this guy is. He was floundering there for a while and then, he found something he could use to hook her and reel her in. It’s too bad that she fell for that line.
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great line. she fell for it hook, line, and sinker. 🙂
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Haha … his thought at the end. Nice one!
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Shag road-kill…what a line. Lovely little story. Great dialogue and chracterisation!
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