Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
Rob Kyang
60 watts, brighter than my future
An empty 40, fuller than my life
An empty 40, fuller than my life
Rob was nearly startled sober when someone jumped out of the darkness. He finally exhaled in relief when he recognized the petite shape of a rather tiny woman; a brunette, judging by what he could make out from the moonlight filtering in from a nearby window
The sudden bright beam from her flashlight afforded him a better view of the woman's face as she fussed with the device. She was quite cute, though he didn't have much time to admire her looks before the light seemed to die again, this time for good. Its owner cursed, fumbling around with her pockets, and Rob looked on in confusion until he heard the unmistakable click of a switchblade.
Rob did as he was told, taking a couple of steps back. His gaze quickly found the glint of the blade as confirmation that yes, she had in fact pulled a knife on him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He quickly put his palms up in surrender, to show he meant her no harm. “I'm cool! I'm cool, okay?”
“The hell are you even doing in here?” The young man glanced around, confused, his condition only making it more difficult to assess the situation. Squinting into the darkness, as if he'd suddenly find some other people around. Maybe some friends of hers that were using this place as a party spot or something? Although the eerie silence made that scenario seem highly unlikely.
At a loss, his dark eyes finally landed back on her, the only other person in this empty, dilapidated old building. “Sorry,” Rob added sheepishly, his tone softening. The rusty wheels in his alcohol soaked brain finally beginning to turn. “You, like…live here or something?”
The sudden bright beam from her flashlight afforded him a better view of the woman's face as she fussed with the device. She was quite cute, though he didn't have much time to admire her looks before the light seemed to die again, this time for good. Its owner cursed, fumbling around with her pockets, and Rob looked on in confusion until he heard the unmistakable click of a switchblade.
Rob did as he was told, taking a couple of steps back. His gaze quickly found the glint of the blade as confirmation that yes, she had in fact pulled a knife on him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He quickly put his palms up in surrender, to show he meant her no harm. “I'm cool! I'm cool, okay?”
“The hell are you even doing in here?” The young man glanced around, confused, his condition only making it more difficult to assess the situation. Squinting into the darkness, as if he'd suddenly find some other people around. Maybe some friends of hers that were using this place as a party spot or something? Although the eerie silence made that scenario seem highly unlikely.
At a loss, his dark eyes finally landed back on her, the only other person in this empty, dilapidated old building. “Sorry,” Rob added sheepishly, his tone softening. The rusty wheels in his alcohol soaked brain finally beginning to turn. “You, like…live here or something?”
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