#emma glammour
Six Sentence Sunday, 3.13.22
“Was that Glomgold you were talking to just now?” Mark asked, fighting to keep his voice level as he took a casual sip of his coffee.
“Yes dear. We’re dating.”
Mark regretted that sip as he choked on it, sputtering scalding liquid onto his shirt. His mother handed him a napkin, disdain written strongly across her face.
“He looks a lot like my fourth husband, don’t you think?” she continued
“You’ve only been married three times, Mom.”
“Precisely, dear.”
From the as-yet-untitled sequel to Boyd’s Genius Plan.