Oct 18, 2021
2 min read
The Pitch
Flash Fiction
Eddie was wishing he had kept his mouth shut. His father had just pressed the mute button on the remote and the living room went silent, suddenly devoid of the evening’s news.
His father turned to him. “What do you mean you’re nervous? For God’s sake, just do it!”
Eddie stood frozen, knowing full well his father was right. He looked at his mother.
