Birdside View – #FlashFiction
I’m pleading: “Dude… Let it go.”
…Waitress delivers shots, shakers, lime wedges, perspiring Coronas.
“Nope. Gonna buy that white house next door. Paint a Godzilla-sized middle finger on the side. Let her admire that every time she sprinkles her prize petunias.”
“Umm… that’s extremely juvenile.”
“Yep,” he belches. “But it’s good you’re finally laughing, Bro.”