This is a 100-word challenge from Friday Fictioneers. Have fun, and let me know what you think. Photo by Douglas M. MacIlroy
Bubba didn’t care what others thought about his fish.
“They’re just carp,” Tommy-boy said, flinging a flat rock across the surface of the pond. It skipped three times, then sank below the surface. “What you need is catfish.”
“Koi,” Bubba replied. “And don’t throw rocks at my fish.”
“Coy?” Tommy-boy picked up another stone. “You gave your fish Sally’s last name?” Aiming at the tree opposite the pond, Tommy-boy let the rock fly. “She ain’t going to like that.”
Bubba sighed and gazed at the koi swirling in the pond below. Being Japanese in Alabama wasn’t going to be easy.