Greener Pastures

Flash fiction from Chicago (300 words)

The groceries are stowed, the dog is walked, and the bottle is open. I’ve got black beans in one pan and scrambled eggs in the other.

The ceiling fan moves hot air around the kitchen. The dog looks at me side-eyed while I fix another gin and tonic. I’m skipping the lime, and as a Jack Russell Terrier she’s got standards.

Across the street a flunky hoses t…