I detested him. My mom never seem to have good taste in men.
This morning he visited our cafe wearing a dark coloured tight shirt that accentuated his paunch. As he scanned the place, his vicious eyes fell on me and stayed there for a minute. How my mom could not see those warning bells!
As my mad mom fluttered like a butterfly, making a beeline to serve him hot coffee, I headed out with a smile.
Soon, I heard mom screaming my name. I had replaced sugar with salt bottle before leaving.
Sometimes, revenge is sweet when served hot.
Word Count : 100
Butterfly, scan, colour
FOWC with Fandango :Accentuate