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Genre: Humor (100 words)
Copyright – Lora Mitchell
Another One Bites the Dust
“What’s your poison?” asked Bill, blowing smoke in her direction.
“Huh?” she wilted. The avocado-lime fuzz on the wall bled into the orange shag, her stomach queasy at the sight of it.
“To drink. You need to lighten up.”
Serena sunk into the rust couch. “Why is the TV on?”
Bill sat down next to her on the couch a little too close, with a yellow cocktail in hand. “It’s our view, darling. Who needs a penthouse?”
Reaching over her, he proudly presented a planted Lily. “For you.”
It was fake like his online profile. “It’s ugly and I’m leaving.”