“Why don’t you go outside and play, Joey?”
“Stink hole,” he said, stubbornly shaking his head.
“The TV news scared you, didn’t it? Well, Joey, there’re no sinkholes in our backyard. Just watch me.”
Joey’s mom was stomping her way around the azaleas when she was ambushed by the skunk.
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Gumshoe Review, Plasma Frequency Magazine, and elsewhere.
She treated him like dirt.
She showered him with gifts. Soap-on-a-rope, shampoo in a bottle, deodorant in an environmentally friendly container, cologne strong enough to go one-on-one with a sewer rat…
He didn’t take the hint, or a shower either, for that matter.
She dropped him like a used tissue.
John H. Dromey has had a short story published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, a mini-mystery in Woman’s World, plus fiction online at Liquid Imagination, Mysterical-E, and elsewhere.