**This was my entry to Saturday’s Flash Fiction writing contest. (http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-duchess-of-yowl-writing-contest-ii.html) This time I got a mention for a “delicious” twist.**
“Oh, what’s she so miffed about anyway? It’s not like he’s the first of her boys to get in a scuffle,” Tiffany wondered aloud.
“Young’uns, I tell ya. They’re always sulking about looking for trouble,” Doris replied as she shuffled into the porch rocker.
“Well, we can’t blame him, really. That other boy did steal his lady,” Tiffany mused.
Doris wanted to remind Tiffany that no boy is settled on a particular lady at that age but saw an interruption headed their way.
“Move over, Fluffy-Butt,” Food-Giving-Poop-Scooper said, “I want to sit with you.”