Monday's Fiction in 58

Life in Real Time
Her Cheshire Cat grin made him weary,wary.
In equal proportions.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She blew on her coffee through that smile, eyebrows raised into twin furry peaks.
He cocked his head and sighed.
“I’ve got it.”
“What?”
“The solution to all your problems.”
“Hallelujah. You going to let me in on it?”
“When you promise to stop being so poopy.”

1 comments:

missalister said...

Love this and the image it gives. I can see the last line as both a holding out and the solution itself.