55 words: Friday Fiction

Found this idea over at one of my newest haunts.

He sat on the couch across the room and stared at the TV as he prefers to do. I anticipated, from the edges of my ears, that annoying sound as I communicated my excitement over tomorrow's Movie of the Week. He sent me a mouth fart. He denied intent. He lied. He lied again. He left.

(Okay, while it IS 55 words, it is not Friday, Nor is this fiction.)

* updates: Friday is my 43rd day of the quit... ya hoo... Going with the boy up to Asheville tomorrow for a few days.. Should be fun although am aggravated that I have to get rolling an hour early tomorrow because the dufus does not want, "THAT dog in my car." That god-damn car, I tell you what... deep breaths.... If we don't kill each other, maybe I'll post pics.... maybe....