- Early Lunch -

Yellow Shoes

- Early Lunch -

A Short Story by Robert Lewis Heron.

Copyright © 2019 by Robert Lewis Heron. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews

“PHIL. Where is the bloody corkscrew?”

“Sam? What are you doing home?”

“No bloody reason. I need a friggin’ drink. OKAY.”

“Sure, sure. It’s here hun.”

“Give me the bloody thing, and how many times have I told you to leave it there. Right friggin’ there.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down.” She continued, “Do you want a wine glass?”

“You’re joking right.”

“Don’t drink the wine like that. Not straight from the bott-“

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH. Jesus H Christ just friggin’ shut your mouth.”

“Okay, okay hun. Please calm down.”

“AND ENOUGH WITH THE HUN—BITCH.”

“What?”

“You heard me you slut.”

“What?”

“What’s this ‘what-what’ crap? You deaf as well as a slut?”

“Why are you saying this?”

“What a piece of work you are Philomena, sweetheart, love of my life, mother to my kids. BITCH.”

“I don’t understa-“

“SHUT UP. He’s up there. My boss. He’s up there.”

“What? No.”

“Don’t friggin’ lie. I followed the sonofabitch right here.”

 

 

The End.