The Right Kind of Ugly
“That’s not an outside shirt,” Dr. Deb said to me later that
day as we headed out to eat. Brat Boy
and I looked at each other, puzzled.
“It’s, I don’t know…” Dr. Deb said, trailing off.
“The right kind of ugly,” Brat Boy said. We fist bumped. He
was wearing a fluorescent orange shirt emblazoned with rodent buccaneers. The skull and crossbones on their ship’s flag
formed a mathematical symbol. Pi rats.
Dr. Deb shook her head. “There’s no such thing as the right
kind of ugly.”
As was so often the case, I was torn between what I knew to
be true, and what I wanted to hear. My shirt was butt ugly, but I liked it and
wanted to believe it was the right kind of ugly.
“I’ll change,” I said, as Brat Boy shook his head.
Today I’ll act on what I know to be true.
Summer with the Slug
Rats © 2020 by Ken Montrose
Summer with the Slug
Rats is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone
you might know is purely coincidental.
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