Burn, Baby, Burn


April 22, 2011 by julesjustwrite

“Bar-b-que?” the clerk asks, ringing up the 10 containers of lighter fluid.

I catch the eye of my husband, who’s standing in the magazine aisle, waiting for me to checkout. He’s ripped the black protective plastic wrap off a Hustler and is pawing through it. He slurps his Big Gulp. Scratches his ballooning belly. He raises his face and smiles at me.

 I smile back. “A big one.”


5 thoughts on “Burn, Baby, Burn

  1. Revenge is a dish best prepared on a grill.

  2. Harley May says:

    LOVE this, Jules.

    The image of the round belly. Hearts.

  3. Marda says:

    Amazingly written with such vivid imagery!


  4. Thanks ladies. Appreciate. Mwah!

  5. Jeff says:

    Your brevity is always just enough. Love this one.

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