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A Good Turn of Events

 
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Veronica returned and knocked on the door.
'Go away!' shouted a voice from inside.
Veronica turned and left.

Veronica returned and knocked on the door.
'I said go away!' shouted a voice from inside.
Veronica turned and left.

Veronica returned and knocked on the door and immediately opened it a little.
'No!' shouted a voice.
Veronica closed the door, turned and left.

Veronica returned and knocked on the door and immediately opened it a little and walked inside carrying a box. In the corner, Das sat in a chair, a bandage around his head. He looked out-of place, like a word with no meaning when alone. He glared at Veronica. 'I am back,' she said. 'I know,' Das said sharply. Veronica put the box on a small table near the chair. 'I have brought something for you,' she said. 'I am sorry.' 'You are chaos,' Das muttered. Veronica ignored the comment. 'I will find plates,' she said and left the room.

Das frowned and looked at the box. He was not ready to forgive, he was not going to accept gifts from her, he was not going to open the box.

Das frowned and looked at the box. No, he thought, he will not open it, not now, not tomorrow, never.

Das frowned and looked at the box. He leaned forward and opened the box. Inside was what looked like a burnt log, as from remains of a campfire. A cake, baked, no not baked, destroyed by Veronica.

Veronica returned with two plates and a knife. She put the plates on the table and with the knife cut, chopped and sawed two slices, one for Das, one for her. She took a chair from the other side of the room to the table, sat down, and gave a plate to Das, who looked at it a little unsure before taking it. Together in silence they bit a piece of cake. They chewed. And chewed. And chewed. Veronica wished she had also brought water, Das wished he had not taken the plate. 'How is the cake?' Veronica asked after a heavy gulp. 'Not bad,' Das said between chews. 'Really?' Veronica asked with surprise. Das gulped and then said 'No, it is terrible.'

They both put the plates back on the table.

'I am sorry,' Veronica said.

'You are always sorry,' Das grumbled.

'I am sorry!' Veronica pleaded.

'Are you?' Das said his voice becoming louder. 'Are you really?'

'Yes!' Veronica said also louder. 'I did not know the throwing sticks really come back!'

'I thought you read about them,' Das said. 'Why did you not know?'

'I did not believe that part!' Veronica said as become more hysteriscal. 'I did not know!'

She lifted her hands with the exasperation but when she did, she hit a plate which jumped into the air, spun once, twice, three time, and hit Das on the head.

Das yelled with pain. 'Sorry!' Veronica said as she quickly stood, rushed to Das, and stepped on his foot with her boot. Das yelled again and stood. 'This is what happens!' he shouted. 'Chaos! You are chaos!'

'Sorry!' Veronica said stepping back into the table. The table began to wobble, once, twice, three time. Each time the knife moved a little closer to the edge and then fell off.

Das stopped shouting and looked with wide eyes to Veronica who with wide eyes looked to him. Together they moved theirs eyes to the ground. From the end of the left shoe of Das was a knife, the tip hidden in the shoe. Both were silent. Both became pale. Das looked as if he was to scream but then he paused, bent and pulled the knife from his shoe and began to laugh.

Veronica looked at him confused. 'Why are you laughing?' she asked.

Das looked at her and smiled, 'It went between my toes,' he said. 'I am fine. Welcome back Veronica.'

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Joe Spivey's picture

Oh my god Veronica. (Put the comma wherever you like.)

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.



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