Ah, Sweet Mystery
by Galen Hardesty
Trent turned to Daria. "Fourth and Cascades. Nothing here but a bench and a queen."
"Stop but don’t park. I think the queen is my date."
"What?!" squawked Jane.
"Chatroom romance." Daria explained.
As Trent stopped alongside the bench, Daria called, "Misty?"
He looked up. Fiftyish, with legs that begged for overalls, he wore a red miniskirt, matching pumps, a pink sweater and blond wig. "Yes?" he replied in a goosebump-starting falsetto.
"I’m Gaston the lumberjack. Um, I still respect you, and I hope we can be friends, but I think we should start chatting with other people." Daria said. The car pulled away amid Jane’s hysterical laughter and Trent’s coughing, leaving Misty at the corner of Fourth and Cascades with a broken heart.