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Short story THE HOT DOG by Ellen Ann Callahan
I first noticed him at a college football game. He was playing Frisbee in a grassy area adjacent to the bleachers. He had glossy, black hair that shined in the sunlight. After entertaining the crowd with athletic catches, he relaxed with a group of doting college girls. I wanted to meet him. My introverted nature began to harp its usual caution. Nothing unnerves me more than trying to make small talk. After a few words, I go mute. People don’t appreciate good listeners—they want to be entertained by charming, effervescent people. That’s not me. My shy personality hinders me from going after what my heart wants. Not this time, I vowed. Today I was going to plow through my fears and approach this handsome stranger. How could I lure his attention from the throng of female admirers? I spotted the concession stand. Hot dogs! I purchased two. I maneuvered through the crowd. A pretty co-ed blocked my path. “Is he yours?”
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