Drabble Seventeen - Uses Of A Rusty Spork

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Sang~

I woke to the sounds of a cars horn beeping. It was an obnoxious sound. I despised it, never mind how elegant and musical that beeping was. It was just too damn loud.

"Shuddup!" I mumbled.

It beeped again. Jerking upright, I pulled the curtains open, not caring that I was just in my tanks and sleep shorts set.

"I swear to god, whoever you are, beep that horn one more time and I will dig your liver out with a rusty spork!" I shouted, gaining harassed looks from joggers and moms taking their kids to school.

"It's not ladylike to threaten people, Princess," came Victor's voice. I looked down, seeing the tip of a car in the drive and Victor himself looking up at me. In any other circumstances, I would be embarrassed to have been caught shouting at him, but in that moment I had been brought from a rather wonderful dream filled with chocolate chip pancakes and a unicorn that danced for my entertainment.

Hey, I usually have nightmares. I'll take any good dream I can get.

"Since when was I a lady, Victor?" I asked.

"Good point," he smirked. I scowled and yanked the curtains shut again.

The beeping came again.

I ducked my head round to look out the window again, giving a look that could kill. Seriously, if expressions were literal there would be shiny daggers plunged into Victor's chest.

"Rusty spork it is, then," I growled.

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