Three red bar stools stood in the middle of a forest, out of place with the surrounding green. Three old men with long white beards sat on each of them. They were eating something from the counter in front of them, making loud gurgling noises as they ate, but I could not see what.
Hidden behind a leafy green jungle bush, a glanced over at Petra, who was crouched low next to me.
"You think they're real?" She said in a low murmur.
"I'm not quite sure yet." I replied, reaching down to grab a sharp twig indented into the soft earth beneath me. Just in case.
The gurgling stopped, and all at once the three men slid from the bar stools, their snowy white beards touching the ground.
All I needed was to see their eyes, and I'd know.
A man dressed in a nicely tailored suit scurried into view, a red cloth draped over his left arm.
They were fake.
YOU ARE READING
The Most Random Book Ever
De TodoA book of random stories that I'll probably never finish. Some of them I wrote when I was nine and ten, so that explains the poor writing skills.
