Flash fiction challenge 100 — Day 67
“Daisy. You crazy bitch. Don’t eat that!” Zach shouts to the cocker spaniel.
“Mom, Zach called Daisy a bitch again! Mooooom!” Zoe whines plaintively towards the camper.
The camper is sitting in an undeveloped federal site reserved for such recreation. Truly, there is no real campsite here. No fire ring, no picnic tables, no…