Animus

By Coco Jane

When Lawrence arrived home from night class, his boss Rick’s pickup was in the driveway. He realized he’d forgotten to turn his phone back on after class.

Rick, an unabashed flirt, shouted, “One more time, baby!”

Lawrence grabbed his five-iron from the garage and stormed inside. Rick swung a tennis racket at his head.

“Rick, what the hell?”

“Look out! Behind you!”

“Bastard!” Lawrence raised the club.

Rick swung again…and whacked the fluttering brown bat into the wall.  It plopped to the floor, dead.

“Gottcha!”

Shondra emerged from the bathroom.  “Lawrence, I needed help. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”