Happy Friday, Substack. Here’s my latest “100 Word Stories” microfiction:

Lunch Rush

“Hey Dasher, where’s my food?”

“I have a name, you know.”

“Whatever...”

I regret answering the call already, though I resist the urge to hang up. Maybe I should have, since I’m still driving. Bluetooth is the only reason we are able to talk right now.

“Listen,” I say. “Captain Blue and the Slick Serpent is duking it out again.”

“And?”

“And a whole city block was destroyed by the fighting! I had to take a 30-minute detour!”

“Don’t care.”

I groan in anger. This delivery isn’t worth it. At this point, I remember that I haven’t eaten lunch yet.