A Dish Best Served Wet

Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers.

Mouse’s note said to meet by the busted payphone. Frog huddled in the booth against the rain. They broke up last week.

She dumped him. He’d fucked some other chick and Mouse found out because the bitch didn’t keep her mouth shut.

She probably figured she couldn’t do any better than him and wanted to get back together. Frog waited, but didn’t like it. His clothes were soaked. He was angry. He’d pretend to be sorry, fuck her and run.

That would show her.

Her car pulled up. Frog smiled hungrily. Then he noticed the baseball bat in her hands.


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