Roy cracked the whip. A perfect razor thin slash snaked out and back. Glassy-eyed, he advanced on the tomcats cornering a tabby.
“Stop right there, young man.” Julia pounced forward, flame-red hair radiant in the intense sunlight.
He raised the whip, weight over one hip. She kicked his calf. He dropped and choked on dust as she wrenched the cowhide.
“You’re not my boss-lady. I’m telling my Daddy.”
“You’re delusional if you think I give a crap.” She forked middle and forefinger at her eyes. “Focus, Roy. And Daddy’s going to hear you’re back to your old habits again.”
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The word limit for Delusional is 100 words. I used all 100.
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