Recent Writing

Fly Fishing

Flash Fiction

by Charles McKelvy

“How are you going to get even with him? After what he did to you?”

“Oh, I have a way,” she said, reaching for her sewing box. “Do I ever have a way.”

And so when her philandering husband went to the executive retreat with his boss, he drank way too much—as he always did—and when he went to tap a kidney he found himself standing next to his boss who had his own kidney to tap.

Phil the philanderer nodded manfully at the boss man, unzipped and sought to open the trap door in his designer boxers so he could give vent to his golden stream.

But try as he might, he could not open his fly, because his vengeful wife had sewn it shut.

And so he fumbled furiously as his swollen bladder emptied itself into his sewn-shut boutique boxers and his tailored khaki chinos.

The boss man looked down at his underling’s spreading stain, smirked and said: “Trouble at home, Schmedley?”

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About charleymckelvy

Charles McKelvy lives and writes in southwest Michigan with his wife and fellow writer, Natalie McKelvy. They established the Dunery Press in 1988 in order to publish their own fiction. They continue to do so to this day. Charles McKelvy is an Eagle Scout.
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