Change of Possession

Flash Fiction

Half a sandwich sailed down the hallway, though a mayo soaked chunk of romaine did manage to catch the bottom corner of the 65” television.

“That useless, overpaid bastard!” Rodney screamed, followed by a frothing rant about football, the state of the world, microeconomics, and somehow mainstream cartoons as X-Rated playgrounds.

Ellie followed some of the…