Waitress

“Careful, Hon, that plate’s hot,” the waitress said.

“Not as hot as I am,” he snickered.

His wife rolled her eyes.

“What, you don’t think I’m hot?”

“Your brother’s hotter.”

“Can I get youse anything else?” the waitress asked.

“A towel,” he replied, tossing his drink into his wife’s face.

***Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner.