Goodbye

By Bobby Warner

Just stopped by to say goodbye. Last night you almost brained me with that booze bottle, and I can’t take your drunken tantrums anymore.

Don’t start screaming about how you’ll send your Mafia brother after me with a pair of cement shoes. I’ve brought a parting gift to make sure you don’t do that. I already took one to him.

Your eyes light up. Thinking expensive gift, maybe? Sorry, no fancy jewelry this time. Just this little old magnesium flare, which I’ll ignite and toss into your lap.

Babe, I really gotta be going. It’s far too damn hot in here.