Jamie Edwards

Is this funny?

“Are you saying you don’t feel like a bull?” He asked the question with his usual brand of playful contempt. “Well, I do have a habit of running straight toward every red flag that I see.” I glanced up at him from the breakfast nook table and smiled, silently suggesting that present company was not excluded from this statement. When he did not smile back, I quickly shifted my gaze downward to his long legs, dangling from the kitchen counter.