Define Boink
By Emery C. Walters
I was supposed to meet Derrick, my soon-to-be ex, at The Mug Shot, where we could work out how to separate my stuff from his stuff from our stuff, without the ability to kill each other, as we would have had in private, at our shared condo. He was in the process of moving out, and, as it had already sold, I was going to be left to rearrange what was being sold with the place from what was mine and what else I wanted. I looked as if I was about to become homeless or to learn how to couch surf off my friends. I wasn’t in a very good mood.
The line was long and slow, and they were out of my favorite scones. I had to wait for my drink, and the guy making it was new or from a different shift. I watched him like a hawk; he was so young, I felt like a chicken-h
