Marshall yells, “Bleep bloop, bleep! Take that carnivores!” while I wallow and cavort, simultaneously beneath the eaves
of the trees
and the moon
and the night...
I am waiting for their din to cease; such soul-crushing growls. They whip the winter wind, hot and heaving.
“Bloopity bleep! Bloop! BLOOP!” I try; finger guns aimed and cocked. Ready.
Marshall whoops his approval.
He grabs my waist and we spin, heads back, necks vulnerable.
We fall at the end, spent, bottom halves disappearing in the snow.
“Did we fool them? Are they gone yet?” he whispers, one eye open. A frozen tear twinkles.
My eyes are closed, but I know the answer is no.
xTx has been published in places like Pank, Dogzplot, elimae, Thieves Jargon and >Kill Author. Her e-book, Nobody Trusts a Black Magician is available from nonpress She says nothing at No Time To Say It.