A Bone to Pick Page 18
by S A Ison
There was a light tapping on his front door. He walked to it, and opened it to find a smiling woman with pink hair wearing pink sunglasses.
“Well, hello,” he said and smiled.
“Hello! I have a bone to pick with you, Kevin.”
She grinned widely and shook a glass bottle that rattled with little white pebbles.
