“Shut up, Jimmy! You never stop talking.”
“Jack, I’ll stop when you do,” came the snide reply.”
“It’s you who makes me say those disgusting words,” screamed Jack, slamming his prop basket shut. “Man, I need to see my doctor tomorrow.”
“No, you don’t,” whispered the voice in the basket.
John B Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.