“Here, smell my finger.”, He said pointing his finger at her face.
She knew that could only mean something bad, but she trusted him enough.
Everyone around them shopping in the body & spirit store clearly looked appalled by the sight of her sniffing his finger like a flower.
“What’s that smell?” She asked him.
They get interrupted by a young lady trying to get to a shelve of lavender
hand memory recovery cream, she looked at them with a disdainful look on her face as she pushed her way through.
He looked to be overjoyed about whatever he dipped his finger into, “Guess!”
“I have no idea, but it smells funky.”, She said trying to get the smell out of her nostrils.
He raised his finger into the air and began to yell, “Cat milk and snail juice rejuvenating facial cream! They only got a couple of jars left.”
And as soon as all the other ladies heard they stampeded to the other side of the store wanting to get their hands on such a luxurious sounding product.
When the dust cleared it revealed he had a big smile on his face, “Just kidding it’s balls sweat, mine.”
She stared at him unable to process what just happened her left eye starts to droop.
“Haah! You smelled my finger!” He managed to yell while rolling over the floor.
She dips her nose in a jar of cannabis and coriander hand lotion, claiming it heals all mental distress, hoping it would work.

This week’s movie night involved watching a marathon of pirated pirate movies.
Alex was the only guy in the group of friends she had invited.
He say alone on a chair while the girls sat together on the sofa.
Lily strokes her hand through his hair as she walks over to the kitchen to mix some drinks for her guests.
One of her friends turns to him, “She really likes you.”
“I like her too.”, He said in return.
“I thought she wasn’t into guys. Or well, not into anything really. I always thought she was like asexual.”, One of them said.
He wasn’t sure what to say so kept on staring at the paused shot of Johney Depp sozzled expression.
“Maybe I should give her a hand.”, He said while jumping out of the chair.
The girls laughed as he walked into the kitchen.
Lily was busy making drinks, he watch her from behind for a moment until he knew what to say.
Something funny he thought to himself, “Shiver me timbers!” he yelled, starling her.
“What does that even mean?!” She yelled back in a frantic voice.
The yelling was caused by some remanence of the feelings she got from being startled, “Sorry, didn’t mean to yell.”
“Don’t worry about it, I figured you could use a hand. Or two.” He said waving his arms around like an epileptic.
“Arrg!” She shouted handing him three glasses.
“Bloody marys for the marries.”, She adds.
They walked back to the living room and he handed the girls their drinks and they all sat back down.
She held the remote in her hand with her finger resting on the play button, her arm stretched out to the max.
“Drink up, me hearties!” She shouts before pressing play again.
They all watched the movie again, and while Johney Depp was zig zagging his way in front of the camera enough to cause a viewer to feel seasick themselves, he looked into the camera and right into the eyes of Alex and said, “Kiss the girl goddamn it!”
Or at least thats what Alex heard, “Did you hear that?!”
All the girls stared at his confused looking face, one of them dares to ask, “Hear what?”
Lily presses pause.
“He just told me to kiss you.”, Alex explained.
The three girls were almost pushing Lily into his arms, “Smooth move.” One said.
“Slick.”, Another said.
Alex was to shy to look at Lily so looked into his glass instead, “No really, he said. Kiss the girl goddamn it!”
Lily leaned forward to meet his face, and while her hand moved to pick his drink out of his hand she said, “No more drinks for thy, ye salty sea dog!”

The only great thing their mother ever did was gave birth to them, all five at the same time.
She never had much time for them as they were growing up, but after five marriages she sticked with the man she had.
Their fifth father died only a couple of months ago, and their mother couldn’t handle the grief and passed away herself only a week ago.
“I heard she will share a grave with her late husband.”, Chloe said while she watched her mother’s casket being put on the lift.
Claire looked over to there other four sisters that were sitting to her right, “I heard she wanted to get a face lift before they would bury her, is that true?”
Her sisters faces turned back to the ceremony taking place in front of them without saying a word.
“I heard she will be buried face down.”, Chloe said as the priest took his place at the foot of the casket.
“Face down?” Calli asked.
“Yes, on top of her husband.”, Chloe explained after blowing her nose.
They all stood up and were standing next to each other in a line, the priest began to say the prayer while the casket lowered into the grave.
“We therefore commit her body to the deep, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust..”
Cleo bowed forward and directed her thought towards Chloe, “I wonder if they made an agreement on who gets to be on top.”
“Through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
They all threw a handful of dirt into the grave and stayed until the cemetery workers closed up the grave.
The five girls were standing by their parents grave, Caylie read the inscription out loud, “She kept the passion alive.”

His job as an accountant involves a lot of things, mostly numbers though.
Marlin Thammavong was good at his job, safe to say he was maybe the best accountant in the greater Hellissandur area.
He found he worked best when he peeled all the numbers of the pages or screen and placed them in his mouth.
Grinding them between his teeth, the sound of the grinding would block out any other sound at the office he worked at and he could think clearly for that moment.
Claying the pulp with his tongue into all kind of objects, this time he made a miniature grand piano.
While he picked it out of his mouth he did his best to suck the saliva off it.
He gazed at his creation until all the calculations in his head were finished and placed it next to the others on his desk.
Right between the miniature ice cream truck and a miniature dog thats licking it’s balls.

The music playing downstairs slowly made its way through the cracks in the floorboards.
She peeked through a hole near the small table where she has her tea parties with her many dolls.
Her parents and some of their friends were dancing to rock-and-roll music coming from the record player.
She got up and walked over to the door, picked up her small pink backpack and carefully opened the door.
The hinges were squealing like a couple of witches burning at the stakes so she only opened it wide enough to slide through.
She prowled her way to the top of the staircase and carefully went down the steps as if not being heard coming down was the most important thing in the world and a bomb could go off if even one of her toes did something it shouldn’t.
The fifth step she knew had a loose board, so she skipped it and made her way down the rest of the stairs.
Nobody heard her so she grabbed her coat together with her scarf and fur coated hat from the hallstand.
Fully dressed and with her backpack on her shoulders she sneaked her way into the kitchen which was next to the dining room divided by a thin sliding door.
She tippy toed across exactly twenty tiles and opened the refrigerator and began taking everything off the shelves and then the shelves themselves.
She crawled inside and the door closed behind her and the light went on.
At first it seemed there was nothing there but then she pushed on the bottom of the back of the refrigerator and it turned sideways so she began pushing it until it was all the way open and crawled down further.
But her body was blocking the light so grabbed her heavily decorated flashlight and continued her way down the secret corridor.
On her hands and knees she made her way to what seemed was the end, maybe it was a dead end, but she hoped it would be another door.
With the flashlight in one hand she pushed against it with the other but when she leaned forward a bit more so she could give it a good push she was leaping over a gap and fell into it.
She lost her flashlight on her way down but it was right behind her showing her a little of what was going on, she was on a slide which was very cold to the touch but she did not have a lot of time to think about that because she was sliding really fast and going from side to side, up and down hill.
She felt a cool breeze on her face and a light was coming closer, she began to see it was an exit and the slide had a ramp going up to it.
For a brief moment she flied through the air until she landed on a snow pile.
She got up and looked around where she stood and saw nothing but snow, and when she turned around she could no longer see where she came from.
There was nothing but pure white snow, in the distance she saw a hill with smoke coming from behind it.
She held her coat closed tight and walked towards the hill, for some steps the snow was so deep she was standing in it to her waist.
But the snow felt like powder all the way down and she easily kept on walking.
Coming closer to the hill it seems she was wrong, it was clearly an igloo made out of blocks of ice.
She saw a penguin and an arctic fox were standing at the entrance, both smoking a cigarette and staring off into the distance until they heard the snow beneath her boots crunch.
She politely said hello to them and asked what this place was.
But no matter how hard she imagined it, they couldn’t speak, maybe because she knew animals can’t talk.
They stared at her until the small door of the igloo opened and jazz music literally poured out, music notes in all kind of colors and sizes flooded out of the igloo.
A giant polar bear tried it’s best to get outside but got stuck midway so gave up and pretended nothing was the matter.
The penguin lit the polar bear’s cigarette and they all went on staring at the little girl.
Suddenly the ground began to shake and trees flew by them making a wailing sound.
Broken pieces of ice fell down from the sky in a perfect timed beat.
The polar bear, penguin and arctic fox were all bobbing their heads along with the beat.
The penguin began playing his harmonica and the fox was using two of his claws, playing one of the cubes of ice as an improvised percussion instrument.
The polar bear began to howl and roar along with the music, and seemed to be doing a good job at it.
They were making everything melt into music that made its way between the cracks of the floorboards that were underneath the layers of snow back downstairs to the party.
She opens her mouth as wide as the polar bear and yawns before falling back down onto her pillow.

Four years of studying had let him to this point, his final exams before he went into the world to pursue his dreams.
The sports hall was lined with rows of tables and chairs, with a teenager seated on each.
At the front of the room teachers were marching back and fort before a large board, while some walked the aisles trying to spot cheaters.
Time was ticking away on the giant clock above the board.
Occasionally the clicking of a pen or rustling of paper.
He was thinking as hard as he could but it was like he had forgotten everything he had learned in the past years, he wondered if after the test he would still remember how to walk or if in a minute or two he would forget how to breath.
‘Is that even possible?’ He wondered.
He was thinking so hard he no longer heard the footsteps of the examiners walking around him, and he could hear a strange sound, he was in a uncharted place in his mind he never knew existed.
The sound reminded him of the sound a fridge makes, specifically how it sounds in the middle of the night, fridges never took breaks.
‘They just keep on working, keeping things inside cool and things in his head frozen.’ He thought.
Maybe his brain was the same, all the answers were frozen and stuck in his head somewhere, icicles hanging from his hippocampus.
The school bell rings, but not for them but for the other students in the building, telling them to go to their next class.
He is back in the sports hall, staring at a blank sheet again.
After the sounds of the stampede of students in the corridors have faded away he starts reading the question over and over again.
He hears others scribbling down answers, ‘How are they going at such a fast pace?’ He wonders.
His worst nightmare would be messing up his final exams, if he flunks this he would be forced to work in the mailroom of the office his father works at.
So he gave it one more go and focused as hard as he possibly could.
His jaws were closed shut and all his blood was rushing to his head, a extended, “Hnn”, starts leaving his mouth.
He was starting to feel light headed and nothing was happening, not a single thought about anything in the exam.
He relaxed his head again and all the excessive blood rushed back to the places that needed it the most.
A teacher sitting at the front of his row clears his throat.
‘Or was he trying to cough?’ He thought to himself.
The evil look on the teacher’s face was clearly aimed to him, so he pointed his nose back onto his table.
And when he finally started on writing his name down onto his answers sheet he felt something warm running down the back of his upper left leg, it was liquid but thick and was slowly streaming down the inside of his knee and down to his ankles.
It filled up his shoe and was making a brown puddle underneath his seat.
And faster than you can say;
‘King Kong has a big dong.’ (Which was a weird study aid he made to remember which class he was in.)
The revolting smell of the burrito feast he had last night started to move through the entire hall, breaking everyone’s concentration and fresh air supply.
Everyone panicked and ran outside as fast as they could.
The teacher sitting at the front of his row coughs.
‘Or was he throwing up?’ he thought to himself.
And before he knew it he was surrounded by all the teachers.
They understood what had happened, but failed to include it in the specially devised emergency plans for the final exams.
They were prepared for things like terrorist attacks to any of the ten plagues.
Luck for him he was in the sports hall so near the showers, after cleaning himself up and borrowing a pair of track pants he stepped outside.
Another lucky moment, because everyone had gone home, he imagined the entire school would be waiting on him ready to laugh at him while the major revealed a solid bronze statue to commemorate the day he shit his pants during his final exams.
And yet another lucky break was that the school board had an emergency meeting and decided to postpone the exams till next week.
He knew no girl would ever want to date the guy that shit himself during the final exam.
And telling girls he’s incontinence wont make the pity him enough for one of them to go to the prom with him.
At least he would get a second chance at doing the exam, and he knew that he would nail it next time.
And not to forget to wear a diaper!

Oh you want an happy ending?
Well, he passed his exams.

Still not happy enough?
It turned out everyone had the same problem he had.
No they didn’t all shit their pants but they were all struggling to remember anything they studied.
So everyone did a much better job the second time, and he was their hero.
He took two girls to the prom, Dia and Per.
No, really those were their names..

“Does a butterfly flapping it’s wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas?”
He had just began the tedious job of pinning his freshly collected specimen.
“Could the flutter was to blame for that nose bleed I had the other day.”
His sight had been getting worse over the past years and he was wearing two sets of glasses on top of one another.
“Personally I work best with female butterflies, but as a collector I also can’t help it to collect the male samples as well.”
To him this was more than just a hobby, all the butterflies he had mounted on his wall were his legacy.
“Maybe it’s the reason these biscuits taste funny?”
His tea was finally at the right temperature for drinking and he took a short break.
“Did you know butterflies taste with their feet, I’m sure glad I don’t have to do that.”
With each pin he sticks into the butterfly he releases a soft groan caused by his rheumatism.
“There is an poisonous Indonesian butterfly named the Goliath Birdwing and there’s another type of butterfly that looks just like it but isn’t poisonous, it blends in with those that are so they get left alone by predators. I kinda feel like that most of the times.”
He was done pinning the body into a elegant pose onto a wooden board.
“Wait till my fellow collectors see you, they’ll be amazed, an 5′ 4” tall butterfly in mint condition!”

A slight draught entered the room, making the small curtain covering the small attic window waved letting in rays of light that danced across the table.
It was the last glimmer of hope the little girl dressed as a butterfly saw.