Flash Fiction: The Word Game

TANNILLE: Well, there is something you don’t see every day: cremated remains.

MUSE: Ooo a God Father warning? Here are the remains of your patriarch.

TANNILLE: One way of freeing enslaved women. But who will buy them shoes?

MUSE: It’s the 21^st century, duh.

TANNILLE: Because all jobs are so well paid.

MUSE: Sugar daddy?

TANNILLE: From one patriarch to another.

MUSE: Sugar mummy?

TANNILLE: That should be sugar parent.

MUSE: Doesn’t have the same ring.

TANNILLE: *shrugs*

MUSE: I can play this game. The God Parent sends physically corpse challenged remains of parent to family, who prostitute trade themselves for shoes.

TANNILLE: And I bet you still manage to offend.