Bernie was a shut-in. He lived alone and it had been years since he left his house. But he had his laptop, his tablet, his smartphone, his TV, and the internet. He could get everything he needed, from food to clothing to sundries, delivered right to his door. Why bother going outside when he could get everything he needed or wanted right where and when he needed or wanted it?
He had no living relatives. His wealthy parents left him a tidy sum in their wills after they died in a car accident. Bernie had no “real world” friends, male or female, to speak of. His only connection to the outside world was via social media.
He had experimented with Facebook and Instagram, but they were primarily photo oriented sites and because he was self-conscious about being overweight, he didn’t do selfies. He had tried Twitter, but felt it was too cutthroat for him.
Bernie finally decided to try his hand at blogging, since he always felt he had a way with words. He had a flair for expressing his thoughts, hopes, and dreams in his writing.
Because blogging anonymously enabled Bernie to be anyone he wanted to be, he created two blog sites, one using a male persona he called “The Professor,” to be his primary site for his more serious writing, and the other using a female persona he named Desiree, just for fun. Desiree was a sexy, coquettish young woman.
Bernie was getting reasonably positive feedback on The Professor’s blog. People were impressed by his thought provoking posts. But while he attracted a small group of loyal followers on that blog, it was, he thought, small potatoes.
Desiree’s blog, where she was the young, sexy, alluring woman, became a huge hit, particularly among horny men of all ages and stripes. He posted pictures of scantily clad women he’d found on some of the porn sites he frequented, blurred their faces, and passed them off as selfies. He wrote erotic, fictional stories, claiming them to be true tales about Desiree’s amorous life, with not so veiled allusions to sexual play. Her blog, much to Bernie’s delight, even attracted a handful of lesbians.
It didn’t take long before Bernie had a few thousand followers and got hundreds of comments each day, as well as numerous emails, including a few with dick pics attached to them. Some of the comments and emails were from men wanting to meet Desiree in the real world. But that, of course, was out of the question.
Bernie was having the time of his life, spending most of his time on Desiree’s blog. Then one day there was a knock at his front door. Bernie wasn’t expecting any deliveries, and since he didn’t have any friends, he was a bit taken aback.
He opened the door to find a young man with long hair wearing a sweatshirt and jeans standing there. He was holding a small bouquet of flowers. “Hello, how can I help you?” Bernie asked.
“I need to see Desiree. Is she here?”
“Why do you want to see Desiree?” Bernie asked.
“I love her. I must talk with her.”
Bernie started laughing. “Desiree is not real,” he said. “I’m Desiree. I made her up.” Then, seeing the look in the guy’s eyes, Bernie became concerned. “How did you get my address?”
“You’re Desiree? You’re the woman I’m in love with?”
Bernie could see the look of rage in the young man’s face and he tried to close the door, but he was too late. The enraged man was on top of Bernie with both hands squeezing tightly around Bernie’s neck until everything faded to black.
Written for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The assignment: write about your blogging experiences. I’ve previously written several posts about my blogging experiences, so I decided, instead, to create this rather odd piece of flash fiction. I hope you enjoyed it.