A short by: Ronnie
“So, what do you think of teal?”
“Teal?”
“Yeah, teal.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about ducks.”
“Ducks?”
“Yeah, ducks.”
“I asked you about teal.”
“I know.”
“But you don’t know how you feel about ducks?”
“Yeah, I’m really not sure.”
A dumbstruck look of bewilderment crosses Jack’s face, a slanting of the eyes and lowering of the chin. His mouth slightly gapes. The web of crow’s feet on either side of his eyes becomes more pronounced, as if he were squinting into the sunlight.
“Teal, Jim”, he repeats.
