Fred's Steady

Burnt. He felt burnt. Not the twice or the thrice, but the everywhen. Fred was pissed.

"Saved by the ha ha ha's again, Fred?" she whispered. Oliva was a dangerous catch. Swarthy to the teeth. Gentrified, but stubborn to beat the band. She salivated gold sprinkles. Her ankles swiveled like elbows.

"I am not the time or the place, Oliva."

"Shove it."

"You've been watching too much 'Alice' again. I can always smell it on your breath."

Oliva clung to the one truth she held sacred. Fred just did his laundry and left without saying goodbye.