Friday Flash Fiction


The whole trailer shook when JimBob slammed the door on his way out.

“Berneice, that man gonna explode from mad one of these days. And with his heart — Uh uh.”

Berneice kept stirring the gravy; JimBob didn’t like it lumpy.

“Well, Lord’ll decide that one. I just try and help Him along as best I can.” Berneice winked at Loreen as she threw an extra mound of bacon grease in the gravy.

She added more salt.

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