Footage on social media had Jane tapping ‘Buy It Now.’ Within the hour, the doorbell rang. She was accosted by mayhem and sirens as she lifted the jar from the front stoop, its amber glass glimmering as if touched by God. If this didn’t inspire the bastard to change…
Edgar staggered in an hour late, lipstick on his collar.
“Here’s your drink, hon.” Jane smiled, the elixir in his dirty martini undetectable.
“Client meeting.” He sipped, his cuffs smoldering.
“Business trip this weekend.” He guzzled, sparks flickering.
“Love, ya, babe.” His pants burst into flames.
“You sure about that?” she asked.
Excellent! Great take on the old idiom
Thank you, Stella! It was a fun one to write.?
Don’t know why a question mark randomly showed up! That was not a question. ; )
LOVE the title!
Thanks, Tamm! Titles are one of my favorite things to create. : )
Bahahaha
Tee-hee-hee! Thanks, Dawn.
Imaginative, fun and pointed. Always good to see a jerk like Edgar get what he deserves!
It felt satisfying! Thank you for reading and commenting. : )
Hahaha. What a fun piece
Ouch.
.”..lts amber glass glimmering as
if touched by God…” good job, very visual.
Aw! Thank you for your kind words, Sue. : )
Thank you, Janet! : )
Great story, such a fun fantasy! If only we could order that elixir from Amazon!
I know! Right? Thanks for reading and commenting!
HA HA, Liar, liar… well done!
A fantastic fun flash! Making people tell the true is the super power I want. Pants on fire literally is hilarious!
A truly fun read.