“You need to stop, Earl!”
Jus…one….more…. Agatha. It’s SOOOO good. . .
“You’re slurring and that’s never a good sign!”
Whatcha talkin’ bout?
“Go check your eyes. They’re red as a beet!”
Earl blinked. Always a tough thing when you had 12,000 eyes.
He smiled, I can still see your beautiful face, Aggie. . .
“Guess who’s sleeping on the couch tonight, Earl!”
Agatha turned, spread her iridiscent blue wings and left Earl staring after her.
He took one look at her retreating form and then back at the temptation before him.
One last drink won’t hurt.
With that, he settled on the next flower, dipped his head and slurped up the heavenly nectar.
Written for the fortnight-long blogging challenge, Barathon, 2018
This time, I’m writing flash fiction on the different prompts of each day.
Word count will be a multiple of 11 😉
Today’s Word Count: 110