George emerged from his cell with a skip in his step.
All the S’s.
So much better than ‘Compound Eye Wednesday‘ – No alliteration there.
Sure, he’d have to listen to Gary banging on about how he used to be a hedge-fund manager, but the work was easy and he could let his mind wander, such as it was.
The apocalypse had been a positive boon to the intellectually challenged – an affirming experience – the great leveller.
And as for those with a proclivity for submissive activities…well!
George scrubbed away with a big fat smile on his silly ole face.
Gary mumbled something impenetrable about investing in derivatives…
Written for: Friday Fictioneers