weirdo
July 2nd, 2010
“Never mind,” she said. “I found it.”
“You’re being silly,” he said. “You haven’t found anything.”
She turned around and looked at him, holding it in her hand. “But, it’s right here.” She brandished it at him. “What are you talking about?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
She looked at it. She examined it. She sniffed it, gave it a tiny taste with her tongue. She glared at him. “Yes.”
He grinned. “Okay, then.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” He reached his hand out. “May I see it?”
She clutched it to her chest. “No. You’re weirding me out.” She turned away from him. “I’m out of here.”
His chuckle sent chills racing down her spine. “Suit yourself.” She spun around, stuck her tongue out at him, and ran out of the building.
“Weirdo,” she muttered to herself, just before the explosion.
