Promotion Denied

The email began, “Promotion Denied.” Are you kidding me? I’ve been working like a caffeinated Roomba in cleaning season! Overtime, missed weekends, even smiled at Greg from accounting. For what? A pat on the back and a coupon for half-off printer ink? Fine. I’m starting a cult. Dress code: pajamas.
***Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner.
