Tuesday, January 15, 2013

100 Words a Day 156

The bare bulb cast a harsh light. The pair could hear the robbers ransacking the store, falling furniture and shattering glass, as they huddled locked in the closet.

They had initially clutched each other, fearing for their lives, but relaxed once the robbers left.

After a long silence, he said:

“So, pretty strange day, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” she responded with a short laugh.

They lapsed again into silence, neither really sure what to say.

“Hey,” he said, shifting awkwardly. “This might not be the best time to ask, but you wanna get a drink when we get out?”

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