The Urge

A Fictional Confession by Oliver Cassidy



A woman smiled at me as I was walking home last night and it made me pretty happy. She had blonde hair and wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup, which I like. I walk with my head down a lot, distracted by negative thoughts, hoping something will happen to lighten my mood. Tonight she was it, a rarity, and I wish I could send her a Starbucks gift certificate as compensation.



Another woman ignored me. She was wearing an expensive coat and cream colored stockings and very interesting shoes. The shoes were brown and tan and cream and had something of a checkerboard pattern. She had very pretty hair. Clean, shiny brown hair. I wanted to lick her legs, but didn’t want to send her a gift certificate. I just wanted to lick her legs.

I hate wanting someone I dislike.