“I have a bone to pick with you.” Ulna said and sat down in the rocking chair on Femur’s front porch. Her yappy dog, Skull, patrolled the area like it was his own.
“What now,” Femur said.
Ulna began and Femur stared blankly; nodding his head in agreement though his thoughts were elsewhere. Poor Patella, he looked at his cat who was desperately trying to get past Ulna’s annoying mutt.
After several seconds, Femur became aware that silence had fallen. Ulna stared at him intently. “Sorry?” Femur said, somewhat unsure.
Ulna smiled. “All is forgiven. Now, how about some tea, I’m chilled to the bone.”
Femur rose to his feet. It looked like Ulna wasn’t going anytime soon and he didn’t have a mean bone in his body.
Suddenly, the phone rang. “Well, I should go anyway,” Ulna said.
Femur was relieved. Someone had unknowingly just thrown him a bone.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-10262016.