“The Tales They Tell in the Boul-Michel”

flash fiction

Jack and Jam were battling it out as usual. This time it was over another bottle of house red that Jack wanted to order, he was that extravagantly pleased with himself tonight. The novel was going well, he had just finished chapter seventy-four, he was sure he could sell it soon. Jam wrote poetry but held the pursestrings. Because of her they had never been evicted, as had their…