I think I get it now! No soap, radio!
Holding the shovel high above his head, Marc crept towards the young man invading his room. He was flitting about, stuffing things into a bag. Flitting he thought, just like Dot. His walk too, just like Dot's. His arms slender, just like Dot's. His thoughts carried on in this little red ridding hood fashion for sometime and he suddenly found himself behind the intruder undetected. To his credit things eventually clicked: for at the moment he should have struck, he realized that it was in fact, Dot. However, to his detriment it took the terrified look in her eyes as she turned to see him poised for attack to bring comprehension to his face.
"yo, y , d, sh, ah..." he spluttered ending in a whimper. Realizing that her life was not actually in danger, Dot ignored him. Marc only commenced coherent communication when Dot picked up his sliderule. "Not that" he said rushing to reclaim his most cherished possession. As they tussled for the implement Marc's superior grip slackened for he found himself in the place he had been dreaming about for weeks, a few breaths aways from Dot's lips.
2 comments:
Do people still really use sliderules?
Good suspense, WH. I'm impressed.
I am anxious to hear what happens next. Why is Dot putting his things in a bag? Inquiring minds want to know.
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