have called this story vignette “writing as therapy” since it resulted from spending too much time standing on green linoleum, staring at beige walls while I drink awful coffee.
The story is 'stream of conscious', the end result of pondering an increasingly war like China with its surplus of unmarried young men when I see a picture of The Cougar Ace
So be advised there is a darker tone to this narrative which set in the present with graphic violence, neither sexual nor gratuitous but will be ample. There will be sexual situations but they will be peripheral to the central plot arc.
Did I mention it would be violent?