DAY FIFTY
FEBRUARY 19TH 2016
PROMPT: "Rope" [one day]
He had known there would be repercussions; at the very least, he had expected as much. Still, nothing came, in weeks and months following the day, so eventually, he had adopted some foolish notion that she had merely let it go.
Then the morning came when he walked into school, and with little to no warning, it came... a rope fell over his head and tightened around his arms. He'd barely felt the tug of the rope's master before turning, knowing it would be mistress.
"Well look at that," Maya beamed, tipping an imaginary hat. "Caught me a Huckleberry," she pulled the rope.
"This is payback for your birthday," he approached obediently, smiling.
"I have no idea what you mean," she played, stopping when she couldn't pull any more without knocking into him.
"So you learned to do all that, just to get me back?" he asked, and even though she smiled and nodded, he could see through her eyes how she realized the whole thing might have been interpreted, like she'd dedicated all this time to impress him more than to get him back. "Well, if this is going to become tradition..." he replied, showing he wouldn't point it out.
"Oh, it better not," she poked him in the chest. "But... Happy birthday, Lucas."
See you tomorrow! - mooners
