Fictionlet
“Oh yeah,” Greg’s voice came oozing from the other side of the room. “Ooh, baby! That’s it!”
Brigid’s forehead wrinkled as she jerked out of the half-doze she’d fallen into staring at the TV. “Say what?” she murmured.
“So small, but so powerful … such clean lines … so very tight!” he continued to ooze in less-than-decent tones.
“What the heck are you going on about over there?” said Brigid, looking over the top of the couch. “You suddenly into exotic sports cars or something?”
“Huh?” said Greg, looking back at her over the frayed spine of Elements of Style by Strunk and White. He put his thumb into the book to mark his place. “Did you say something?”
Brigid frowned and closed her eyes. “Never mind,” she said, and went back to her nap.
-The Gneech
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