A Bone to Pick

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.