Micro Fiction
Billionaire’s New Zealand Compound
“I liked his eldest daughter.”
“I preferred his youngest. She was sweet.”
“Take off that ridiculous cowboy hat. You look as stupid as he did.”
“Speaking of stupid. How can you tear the sleeves off a $20,000 suit jacket? ”
“I hate sleeves and I think I look cool. Better than the uniforms he made us wear. ”
“Speaking of cool, throw some more wood on the fire. ”
“We’re out of wood. ”
“Then use a couple of stacks of hundreds. And throw in that painting. That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Man, that guy had no taste. ”
“Maybe, could use some catsup, but I think he tasted fine.”
