© 2019 Aaron Atkinson

Smoked Flies

Uncle Timmy armed us with a salt shooting, fly killing shotgun. The grill brought in the swarm and Finn, Tim, Dad, and I mowed them down like grass.

Uncle Timmy: Finnegan, you’re a really good fly shooter.

Finn: Yep. You could say that I’m the best.

Just then Finn shot another one and yelled, “Yeah, baby. I smoked him!”

And we laughed until we cried.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *


You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>