#killersmileclyde

Hey there. It’s been a while, ain’t it? I have missed ya somethin’ fierce. I’m happy t’be back ‘n spend some time with y’all.

@killersmileclyde looked so rested in my bed. I hated it. We were just fuck buddies, but man would it be nice to have a sweetheart like him as a boyfriend, or something more. I shook my head and peeled myself away from the mattress around sunrise. I didn't have to be at work until 11, but I didn't know Clyde’s schedule.

I took a super quick shower, slipped into a t-shirt, leggings, and my favorite wool socks. Then, I whipped up some breakfast--blueberry pancakes, bacon, and a smoothie consisting of strawberries, bananas, and oranges. Just as I'd set the glasses of my thick, fruity concoction on the table with the plates, I checked my email. My boss had already sent me a few assignments.

- A new birth center in Charleston

- Women taking up witchcraft

- Gen X and Millennial women--and their sexual attraction to fictional characters

Then, I hopped onto social media. I scrolled through Facebook for a few seconds, and just when I was ready to turn off my screen, I spotted a familiar face.

MISSING WOMAN from BOONE COUNTY, WV @sacklersdoll. The original poster appeared to be a family member. I stared at the photo, trying to remember exactly where I'd seen her. Of course, Boone isn't but so big, I'd probably seen her damn near everywhere. Suddenly, I heard movement in my hallway, and Clyde stepped into the kitchen with a smile.

“Good morning!” I said. Then it hit me. Duck Tape!

Clyde walked over to me and gave me a kiss. Then, I held up my phone to him.

Hm.

That's not all you extended, is it?

I see this kindly worded ask for what it truly was. An underhanded attempt to cover your own tracks by pretending to be nice.

babe you are so absolutely sweet! thank you for following and loving my garbage!🖤

I KNOW I LOVE THIS LITTLE ADVENTURE CLYDE AND I ARE ON! i answered his reply back and now we wait.... 🤷‍♀️

Total fish out of water. What was I even thinking? Half the world away from home down to my last fifty bucks.

And what for? For adventure, to find myself? All that I've managed to find is nothing trouble.

Staring despondently at my wallet, a small sigh escapes me. Ah fuck it. Might as well put the last of my funds to good use.

" 'Scues me mate, would I be able to grab schooner?"

An unfamiliar face shyly approaches the bar and requests a drink.

I smirk and move to fill the glass, “We don’t get these asked for often. I take it yer not from ‘round here. M’name’s Clyde. Welcome t’Boone County. Lemme know if ya want a menu or anythin’.”