Fiction Friday: April 14

Despite a few fatalities, everyone agreed that Mindy’s cookout was a roaring success.

Roaring meant literally, of course, since Bob ended up on the barbecue.

He came in, twenty minutes late as usual, prim steps and perfectly coiffed hair. “Oh, you’ve got hot dogs and hamburger patties! How quaint!” He clasped his hands together and fluttered around, avoiding the smoke even when the wind changed direction.

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