Flash Fiction: A Saturday Morning at the Flavor Queen

Hunched over the Flavor Queen table, the minotaur peered down at the plastic cup.

“It’s pink.”

Becca handed him a straw. “There’s strawberries in it.”

He slurped, then licked lips perplexed.

“What is this?”

“A milkshake.”

Milk!? I’m lactose intolerant!”



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