He crawled stealthily through the open door.
And snatched it.
Katie howled.
“Timmy? It’s your sister’s toy. Give it back.” said Mom
He crawled stealthily through the open door.
And snatched it.
Katie howled.
“Timmy? It’s your sister’s toy. Give it back.” said Mom
She whimpered, “No, please … don’t.”
“It’s too late,” said Maria grimly.
And pulled.
Gemma screamed.
The waxing strip came away.
Neat job!
He wiped the knife clean.
A manic look in his eyes. Closure. Finally.
Next morning, he confessed.
“Darling, I finished the cheesecake.”
12:00 AM.
His cellphone buzzed. Unknown Caller.
Distorted voice. Timothy shivered.
“Timmy? It’s late. Dinner’s getting cold,” said Mom.
“Mom???”
Silly cellphones!
“Help!!” he cried.
A Praying Mantis slept on his bed. Not Girl in Green Dress.
“These dang glasses. Time I replaced them.”
“Irreparable damage, poor thing,” they murmured kindly.
She remained stoic. She knew she would heal. Slowly.
A bad haircut always grows out.