“Get a real pet, Harry! My Brutus earns his keep scaring off intruders. What does your Colin do?”
“He earns his keep, too. Let’s eat at Chez Amélie tonight. It’s my treat.”
Filet Mignon. Delicious.
Harry pulled a matchbox from his pocket. Colin crawled out.
“Waiter!”
“There’s no charge, sir.”
Sandra James writes from a rural property in Heathcote Victoria, Australia. Her second collection of short fiction, Black Rain and other stories, is available now.
Brilliant! Love this, Sandra :)
Thank you Deborah 😊
LOL!! And, I needed that. Fantastic story! Thanks, Sandra!
Oh, wow, didn’t see that coming. Well done!
Congrats friend, you gave me a giggle!