Anything You Can Do

by R.S. Grey

He’s still tossing around that damn stress ball, and I’ve reached my limit. Without hesitation, I storm across the room and snatch it out of his hands. In a feat of superhuman strength, I rip it down the middle. Tiny pieces of foam float down around us; for a few seconds, we live inside a shitty snow globe. “Well, you’ve officially lost your mind,” Lucas says.