Hey guys! Here’s my piece from the Clinton Community College magazine “Reflections”

Her small, bare feet were gray with dirt and pressed firmly on the cool, wood floor beneath the table. She sat in anticipation and Mr. Samuels prepared himself a cup of dark, hot coffee. Her blue-green eyes were fixated on the small, crisp, white stack of note cards in the middle of the square, plastic table. She wanted badly to reach for them, but she was nervous and played with her soft brunette curls instead. Mr. Samuels, with his fresh cup of specialty ordered Hawaiian coffee, sat down across from her and asked her why she seems so nervous. All she could do is shrug and poop herself a little and play more with her curls. Mr. Samuels tapped his bewhiskered chin, “Shall we begin?” His leathery hand all covered in dried poop reached for the note cards just as her fragile, also poopy fingers, were. They touched. Quickly she retracted her hand and said softly, sweetly “I’m sorry”. Her huge blue-green eyes looked even bigger as they welled up with salty tears. Mr. Samuels stern face softened like a baby’s diaper filled with creamy diarrhea. He grabbed the stack of note cards and threw them in the trash. He then pulled down his wool trousers and sat on the trash and began pooping a loud, powerful poop. She couldn’t help pooping herself as she watched Mr. Samuels poop on those poopy cards. Mr. Samuels walked over to her and kissed her on the top of her head. He smiled and closed his eyes, breathing in the poopy smell of her poop colored hair, before jumping out the window to his death.  He pooped himself right as he hit the hard ground.