Sassy

Here is some microfiction, explaining my feelings about the word "sassy".

“Sassy,” Kenneth said.

“Sassy?” Elaine asked. “Sassy?”

“Yes,” he said. “Sassy.” Elaine sighed.

“Kenneth, we’ve talked about this,” she said. She picked up the bronze paperweight from her desk.

“I know, but…” he protested. He raised his hands in front of his face, as her eyes filled with rage. 

“No buts,” she said. She lifted the heavy moulded metal high above her head and prepared to throw it.