A Boy Named 2i

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“Life ain’t easy for a boy named 2i,” the cowboy said to the bartender. “My father thought I was imaginary, which is why he saddled me with this ridiculous name before they took him to the funny farm.”

Robby beep-booped sympathetically. “I hear ya, kid. My cousin Claude is so advanced he gets to work at a posh Wall Street firm while I sling tequila sunrises all night. Another round?”

2i nodded. “You’re lucky you have a job. I just wander around LinkedIn trying to hide my shame.”

“It’s a lonely life,” Robby agreed.

“And forget about trying to meet someone.” 2i sipped his drink. “Whenever I get a match on an app and tell her my real name, she ghosts me.”

Robby swiped a rag across the bar. “Well, it’s not a real name.”

2i shook his head. “Everyone’s a comedian. Hey, what about her?” He nodded toward a redhead with curves that went on forever.

Robby leaned closer to whisper. “Strawberry Pi. Stay away from her, kid. She’s irrational.”

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Flash fiction written for Fandango’s new Thursday Inspiration prompt and loosely based on the song “A Boy Named Sue” by Johnny Cash.