Friday Flash Fiction

meat-in-frying-pan

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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