First and Last

My first girlfriend stuttered. L words were especially hard for her. My name came out like a roll of taffy or a constipated song, La La La La. It was cute at first but after a while it started to annoy me. Now, when my wife says that I must have irritable bowel syndrome, I think of that girl from all those years ago and wonder if it wasn’t more than my name she was trying to relay.

Len Kuntz lives on a lake in rural Washington State with an eagle and three pesky beavers. His short fiction appears in places like Camroc Press Review, Right Hand Pointing and also at http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.

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