Yoh, Anna and a Cereal Box
2003-11-06
143 words
"What is this?" Her tone frosts him with its displeasure.
He coughs. "A bracelet?"
"It looks tacky." She takes it from him and peers at it. The light sparkles off the cheap plastic. "Where did you get it?"
He shifts away from her and twists his lips into the semblance of a nervous smile. "The cereal box. I thought you might like it."
Her eyes turn black. He knows fear again. "IS THAT ALL I'M WORTH TO YOU?"
"No, no, of course not, Anna! It's just that it looked so pretty that when I looked at it, I thought of you!"
"…All right, you can put it on me," she says brusquely, thrusting her wrist and jewellery at him.
When he's done so, he grins. It's perilous. "See? It looks cute on you."
She doesn't remove it for the rest of the day.
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Note: these are mostly drabbles, which are usually shorts that are usually around 100 words or so. I've got an artistic license too, you know.