red eating a car for the little fears flash fiction short story helium

“Well there’s no point throwing a strop,” said Serpent.

“Grr,” grumbled Red, spitting out a tyre.

“What’s happened now?” asked Fuen.

“Red just lost his job at the helium balloon factory after an argument with his boss,” sighed Serpent.

“I won’t be spoken to in that tone of voice!” growled Red.

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