You've just settled into the corner chair of the recently vacated room when a man storms in, slamming the already half-open door into the bookcases and causing the thingamabobs sitting on the shelves to rattle on their perches. You give a start, your tablet nearly flying from your hands in the process.
He breezes into the room with all the grace of an angry swan, making just about as much noise. "And another thing, cupcake....!"
He's crossed the room with a few long strides, rounding to square off on you, stalling out entirely when he finally focuses on your face. You're clearly not who he expects to see.
You blink cautiously up at him, wondering what could have him so agitated. "Uhhh..."
A bright scarlet flush is creeping up from his collar, splotching across his neck. Anger, either from the argument's delay, or from the argument itself? Embarrassment over shouting at a stranger?
He clears his throat, the strong emotions refusing to leave his face. Even as he tries to backtrack through the room he seems to be stubbornly refusing to turn his back to you, "Pardon. For the interruption. That is..."
He doesn't manage to explain anything further. In his backward path through the room he has fallen off course, the consequence of which being that the backs of his legs collide with an overly stuffed futon. Before your eyes he tilts backward, windmills, and then tumbles over the footrest to land with a WHUMP on the floor.
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TWH: Word Prompt Challenges
FanfictionWherein a word or phrase can be the start of something fun and wonderful. Some are simply stand-alone ficlets or drabbles. Some link up with published stories. Some end up previews for things yet to come.
