Taking the last chance I had to escape I slipped out the door quietly. An eerie feeling lingered behind me with each step I took forward, like I was being watched. Checking over my shoulder every few steps I...
carefully wove my way down through the rocky pathway out to the street, dodging into the doorway insets, hoping not to be seen. Once I made it to the street...
everyone started laughing at me and throwing their nachos at my head. I ran back the other way until I found a chance to dodge into a filthy men's restroom. I hid behind a toilet, wiping the nacho cheese from my hair and licking my fingers as I cried.
. . . trying to spot the rest of the tourist group. Where could 35 middle-aged to senior adults disappear to? Henry was in a wheelchair for crying out loud.
I strained to hear faint conversation, a bus driver's horn — anything.
That's when Barry blared his air horn in my ear. He chased me and chased me, snorting and chortling. Luckily, he was fat and out of shape, so I finally evaded him.
I was not going to buy fake and highly marked-up ancient coins from that overweight comic book store owner. And even though I had been single since Marge passed away I was not going to the bars with Barry to "scope out hot natives." I did manage to take something from him when he wasn't paying attention and it was only a matter of time before he'd notice.
carefully wove my way down through the rocky pathway out to the street, dodging into the doorway insets, hoping not to be seen. Once I made it to the street...
ReplyDeleteeveryone started laughing at me and throwing their nachos at my head. I ran back the other way until I found a chance to dodge into a filthy men's restroom. I hid behind a toilet, wiping the nacho cheese from my hair and licking my fingers as I cried.
ReplyDeleteLeaving the restroom I found my way to a large wooded area.
ReplyDelete. . . trying to spot the rest of the tourist group. Where could 35 middle-aged to senior adults disappear to? Henry was in a wheelchair for crying out loud.
ReplyDeleteI strained to hear faint conversation, a bus driver's horn — anything.
That's when Barry blared his air horn in my ear. He chased me and chased me, snorting and chortling. Luckily, he was fat and out of shape, so I finally evaded him.
ReplyDeleteI was not going to buy fake and highly marked-up ancient coins from that overweight comic book store owner. And even though I had been single since Marge passed away I was not going to the bars with Barry to "scope out hot natives." I did manage to take something from him when he wasn't paying attention and it was only a matter of time before he'd notice.
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