He tossed a handful of moth balls into her face.
She stood there perplexed and didn’t know what to say but when she was about to he pitched another fistful of something into her face and when his hand opened nothing flew into her face.
“What was that?” She asked in disbelieve.
“Moth balls! How do you like that huh!” He yelled which made her realize even his breath smelled like mothballs.
And from that moment on their conversation was like a ping pong match.
“Yes, I know you just threw moth balls in my face but what was in your other hand.”
“Moth balls!”
“Are you just going to keep repeat yourself?”
“They were the balls of moths. I pulled them off myself one by one and collected them for the day someone finally let me out of this damned sarcophagus.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m angry!” He roared.
“So, what now?”
“Ehh.”
“I was going to clean up this closet for the first time.”
“You have been living here for I don’t know how long, and you have never cleaned up this closet?”
“What are you even doing in this closet?”
“You can’t answer a question with a question.”
“Watch me!”
“Maybe I will!”
And during a short recess they continued to stare at each other.
He was rubbing his last moth ball making sure it would be as aerodynamic as possible.
She was tossing a dustpan from one hand to another ready to deflect his pitch.
The cuckoo clock hanging in the living room struck two-o-clock in the afternoon.
..Cuckoo
Cuckoo..
He suddenly pitched the moth ball at her as if it was a baseball and with perfect timing she hits it mid-air, sending it flying through the room.
The moth ball started flying through the room like a flying saucer on a Roswell home video, bouncing of the walls until it shot through the living room window and began creating mayhem all over town.
The sound of police and fire department sirens entered the house through the broken window, scaring the unknown man that immediately hid himself inside the closet again and she closed the door and left her cleaning for another year.
As she cleans up the broken glass she watches how the city burns and the streets fill with chaos.
She stood there perplexed and didn’t know what to say but when she was about to he pitched another fistful of something into her face and when his hand opened nothing flew into her face.
“What was that?” She asked in disbelieve.
“Moth balls! How do you like that huh!” He yelled which made her realize even his breath smelled like mothballs.
And from that moment on their conversation was like a ping pong match.
“Yes, I know you just threw moth balls in my face but what was in your other hand.”
“Moth balls!”
“Are you just going to keep repeat yourself?”
“They were the balls of moths. I pulled them off myself one by one and collected them for the day someone finally let me out of this damned sarcophagus.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m angry!” He roared.
“So, what now?”
“Ehh.”
“I was going to clean up this closet for the first time.”
“You have been living here for I don’t know how long, and you have never cleaned up this closet?”
“What are you even doing in this closet?”
“You can’t answer a question with a question.”
“Watch me!”
“Maybe I will!”
And during a short recess they continued to stare at each other.
He was rubbing his last moth ball making sure it would be as aerodynamic as possible.
She was tossing a dustpan from one hand to another ready to deflect his pitch.
The cuckoo clock hanging in the living room struck two-o-clock in the afternoon.
..Cuckoo
Cuckoo..
He suddenly pitched the moth ball at her as if it was a baseball and with perfect timing she hits it mid-air, sending it flying through the room.
The moth ball started flying through the room like a flying saucer on a Roswell home video, bouncing of the walls until it shot through the living room window and began creating mayhem all over town.
The sound of police and fire department sirens entered the house through the broken window, scaring the unknown man that immediately hid himself inside the closet again and she closed the door and left her cleaning for another year.
As she cleans up the broken glass she watches how the city burns and the streets fill with chaos.
