“CHIMP” by Lucia M

There was a monkey in the dome of the gazebo. It must have escaped from the new neighbor’s next door. The recent arrival was a gentleman from Bombay with an inconceivably lush accent, intricate curls and a smooth cropped beard, and skin with the color and fluidity of heated cocoa.

She couldn’t write with the creature screeching above her head and making faces. She put down the remnants of her novel and began returning the contortions, until they were soon competing for the most grotesque countenance, flexing their faces in angles and contours that neither thought possible.

That’s how her future husband would see her for the first time, as he strode across the yard look for his monkey, bringing with him a very disapproving, very intrigued, very amused expression on his very un-grotesque chocolate face. The girl froze in surprise, forgetting for a moment that it wasn’t in her favor to freeze her face like that, and the monkey grabbed the opportunity to jump into her lap, seize the pages she’d written, and cram them into its howling little mouth.

She never would get along with that monkey.

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