Lou Reed Tee
One Hundred Word Story # 35

Cass had 13 cents and scissors in his back pocket. He hoped Val would say yes, but it wasn’t looking good.

‘Pathetic,’ he thought, grabbing shears but forgetting paper, so he scanned the dusking pavement for scraps while walking across town to wait on her lawn.

Deciding against newsprint, brown bag, plastic sack dancing in breeze, he took off Lou Reed’s face on black cotton tee and kissed him goodbye.

Minutes before midnight that February fourteenth, Val squealed with delight, wearing the newly sleeveless shirt with Lou Reed fringe and coins tied in at the neck.

She said, “Hell yeah.”

Photo by Karen Christine Hibbard