by Sparks In Shadow
Val taped a handful of auburn hair to the wall.
Cass watched past the want ads in his hand and a cereal bowl of Os. “What gives?”
She shimmied out of coffee stained jeans, donned fuzzy slippers. “That bitch, Peg, talkin’ smack at the coffee shop.”
“You ripped out her hair?”
“It’s a clip-in track, Babe.” She sat next to him, opened her mouth for a spoonful. He obliged.
“I was tellin’ about the tee shirt…” Val swirled his ear with her tongue and planted a milky kiss. “She made fun.”
“Yeah. She’s a pussycat now.”