Having a RambleFunny, the things we love in people. You, especially. I could list the things about you what drive me upside crazy. All those silly tics that you don't even catch yourself indulging in.
You like scary films, even though they give you nightmares. I know it's daft. But I love the way you bite your fingers whenever one has you tipping your chair in terror. Like it's real. Only there's this little smile that hides in a corner of your mouth, the one that I can see without even turning my head. It's that little smile that reminds me that it's just a game.
I love that you hate dogs. I see you lie about the reasons, but I think I've sussed the real one. You just don't like them. It's stupid, and you know it, that's why you tell people you're allergic or that you were bitten once.
Then there's the way that you look when we walk on the pier. We never talk about anyt
Boomerang Method False StartLight poured in through the narrow windows, sending thin fingers of the sun's reach across the back of the sofa. My own thin fingers draped over the sofa's arm, interrupting the light, the polish on my nails glistening an iridescent blue. It would be tea-time soon.
I twisted around, itching to move, but not yet ready to stand up. My bottom half lounged demurely, sliding gently to the side to accommodate my stomach pressing into the sofa cushions. This way, I could prop my chin on the armrest and see out one of the littlest windows, to stare down the one patch of shade left to the late afternoon.
There was nothing in it to look at.
As I aligned both halves of myself, my clothes rumpled and rustled. The stretchy fabric of my skirt caught around my knees like Saran wrap pulled tight over a pair of teacups. Soon, Mister Baludmesh would arrive with his tray, clicking and whirring as usual.
I shut my eyes and breathed in the s