Zoli Lends Himself Trouble

by David

To celebrate our first anniversary, each of us here at the Cabal has come up with a story beginning with a line kindly provided to us by Jay Lake. Click the link at the bottom of the page to see how Alex and Dan have dealt with this Zoli person, and come back tomorrow to see what Edd Vick does…

Zoli liked to hang around psychiatrists’ waiting rooms to hit on the low self-esteem chicks. They would do just about anything for a little insincere praise. The only downside was that they bonded quickly and he was not interested in commitment. He got around that problem by dumping them in parallel worlds when they became tiresome.

Dr. Faro had a large waiting room. Zoli made eye contact with the brunette again over the top of his Field & Stream. She recrossed her legs, flashing an inviting view under her white cotton skirt. He got up, then slid into the seat next to her. “This seat taken?”

Everything was going fine until another brunette strode in the door.

“Hey baby, you got a sister?” he asked the one holding his hand.

“I’m not good enough for you?” She pulled away a little.

“Sure, but…”

The other woman (Brunette 2) stood in front of them, hands on her hips. “You! Here you are, picking up my twin in the waiting room, just like you did with me.” She turned to the other woman. “Don’t believe anything he says,” she warned, “he showed me a great time for a few weeks until he got bored, then he dumped me in this universe. I guess he never thought his twin’d be running the same game over here.” The woman sitting by Zoli (Brunette 1) took her hand out of his.

“Look baby, who you gonna believe? She’s acting crazy, which is maybe okay because she’s in a shrink’s office, but you and me, we oughta go someplace else where we can be alone together.” Brunette 1 stood up and took a step back. Zoli stood up too and held out an arm to plead with her. Then he dropped his arm. “You know what, that’s okay. Plenty more girls out there, you know what I mean.”

The door opened and two blondes came in. They looked like the doublemint girls. They made a beeline for Zoli, gave the two brunettes a once over, and then they grabbed his arms.

“You dumped my twin,” one of them said, inclining her head at the other. “We’ve got a whole club going, and they want to meet you.” Zoli gulped, and looked over at the brunettes.

“Can we join?” Brunette 1 asked.

The end