He leaned in, face contorted in anger, “You crazy, spoiled ass bitch,” sprinkling the table in spit, “If you think I’m gonna let you drain me dry, you better think again.”
Her brow perked in amusement, “You don’t have anything to say about it, Sweet cheeks,” glancing at his butt, “That is what she called you, right?”
He stepped back in a huff, pushing his hand through his hair, “I told you it didn’t mean anything, and I’m offering you a good settlement. Take the damn thing and let’s get this over and done.”
She turned, brushing her hand through the air as if shooing away an annoying fly, “Not interested, I’ll take my chances with the Judge, Sweet Cheeks.”
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.