Love at First Sight (short story)
My name is Dilark Marzipan I am forty five years old, but my mother says I don’t look a day over ten. My mother, Jamus Marzipan, and I both live in a space trailer just north of Hallamus County on the moon. We made the big move from Mars when I was fifteen years old. Our trailer is shaped like a circle, its five hundred feet in circumference so it’s more than enough space for me and my mom; we also have miniature human figurines on our front yard that look like fat midgets. My father left my mother and me when I was about ten; he’s dead now, I heard he got attacked by a group of Mexican Clowns when he went to Cabo for a vacation with his “new” family. Ever since I could remember I’ve always been the shy kid in my classes, even when I went off to college, which devastated my mom, I still did not talk much to people. My psychologist blames my father’s disappearance in my childhood for the shyness. The lack of socializing has really bit me in the ass though, my first kiss was when I was in college by a Martian stripper-I gave her a hundred and she kissed me right on the lips-and ever since that there have been weird little bumps on my lips.