Wee Challenge 32

Dwayne snores in a satisfied stupor, his latest conquest naked beside him. Clean sunlight filters in through the trailer's dirty windows. She stirs and stretches. “Dwayne.”

Dwayne grunts, rubs his face. “What, Sugar?”

“Dwayne, I’m hungry.”

“Hungry? Aw, Honey, come here, I’ll fix that.”

She smiles, pushes him away. “No. I want breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” The word churns his stomach “Well, check the cupboards.”

“Me? No, you. Treat me proper, now.”

“Aw, Lollypop …”

“Don’t call me that.” Dwayne taxes his brain. Her name doesn’t come. His eyes close.

She shakes him.

“Hey!” Dwayne sits up. His mouth grates like sandpaper and a jackboot stomps on his head. He needs a hair of the dog that bit him before the hangover critters attack.

“Pass me that bottle, Sweet Stuff.” She slaps him. Dwayne sees shadows climb the bedroom walls, scurry across the ceiling. “God damn, vermin.”

“What? You bastard!”

“No. Not you, Cupcake.”

She grabs her clothes, hurt, disappointed. Dwayne gulps from the bottle, girding himself.

“Candy!” She throws back as she stamps down the rickety steps. “My name is Candy.”

Want to comment on this Flash Fiction? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Flash Fiction and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...