Friday, May 3, 2013

19. Stop it!

A finger presses hard against the skin of her shoulder.


Poke... Poke.


Poke, poke, poke.

She shifts away in her seat slightly.



A tentative pause... A beat.... Aaand another poke.

"Fine. I'm gonna ignore you."

Frown. Poke... Poke... Poke. Poke. Poke. Pokepokepokepokepokepoke-

"Fine! What the actual fuck do you want!?"

"To beat my record," A flat response, "But you always crack too soon."
Word Count: 67

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