(Fifty-five word flash fiction for EvilMustache’s Challenger 3.)
"Imagine that. Sixteen different kinds of cheeses. That is simply astonishing."
"You said I-"
"Shouldn't have come, I know. Oh, would you look at that."
"What?"
"Your ex girlfriend. She has her own demon on her back."
"Really?"
"No. I just thought that would make you feel better."
"When... can I get rid of you?!"