It’s been a long time since I’ve posted here. To be fair, I spent the last three months in Britain. To be less fair, I had an internet connection the entire time, and I think I went radio silent way before May 8th.
But uh. Let’s just ignore that. Here! Story! Unedited save for typo-fixing-in-the-moment, I have no clue what it’ll be ’til it’s done. For extra fun, the prompt is just… “It’s been a bit.”
It’s been a bit. I didn’t think that bit was gonna end, though.
It did. It did end. And now she was standing here, blood boiling, potentially from the heat she was definitely packing.
Nah. That makes no sense. Usually you pack heat because you’re angry and oh god she’s just thrown a knife at my head. Right, right, bad time to wax philosophical. Better time to, uh, huh. Not sure what. She’s standing in the door, I’m standing at the window, and this room is settled in a floor that is standing on top of two other floors, so booking it out the window is a great way to get smashed.
Not in the fun way. Heh. Heh-
“The fuck are you laughing at? I asked you a goddamn question.”
Oh god, did she? I suppose-
“God fuck, do you have your neck and asshole welded together? Pull your head out of there and listen to me!”
She makes a good point. I’m a navel gazer. And now I’m gazing out the window, sorta kinda upside-down because I had to dodge a book. Not sure why she threw the knife first.
“Shit! If you couldn’t listen to me when we were in love, you could at least– fuck! I hate you!”
Woah, look at that dog down on the sidewalk. It sure is cute.
“You absolute daydreaming garbage!”
Oops. Well, I have always wondered how free-falling felt. Wish granted!