“Somebody Call Guinness”

The sandwich had its own ZIP code. It included bacon, brisket, pickles, peanut butter, and a fried egg wearing sunglasses. Marvin took one bite and blacked out from sensory overload. The bar cheered. “Somebody call Guinness,” his cousin yelled. Marvin’s left shoe applauded, then walked off to start a podcast.

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