First Date

by Andrew Morgan

Her luck might be changing. True, he hadn't said too much all night, and yes, he basically looked like all her old, dead weights. Granted. And to make matters worse, he was a little too hung up on the church for her liking but she supposed concessions had to be made, because in this day and age, it was becoming impossible to find that special someone. Her up-do squirmed uncomfortably, restless and unnerved by this evening's awkward small talk. She smiled nervously while tucking a stray cobra behind her ear and secretly wondered if this gargoyle even had a car.


Andrew Morgan - who lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario - loves being a makeup artist, though secretly wishes he could trade his Diorshow mascara for a publication credit.