#20. Centipede
"Kill it, please."
"You're not afraid of centipedes, Tris."
"No, but..." She's squatting on a dining chair as she narrows her eyes at the little critter exploring their apartment floor. Its legs ripple in waves as it moves. She shivers. "Agh, how did it even get in here?"
"I don't know." Tobias grins amusedly. He grabs an empty jar from the kitchen counter and lures the creature inside.
"Good, now take it out-"
"Let's keep it." He inspects the centipede curiously.
"What?..."
He prods the jar, like a child with his new toy. "It's kind of cute."
Tris squirms uncomfortably.
I kept dreaming about centipedes last night. Now that I got this out, I hope they'll stop haunting me.
My inspiration is running dry so I might work on something else in the mean time, either continue C&BF or turn one of these drabbles into a one-shot or something.
(#16-#20 / 06.01.2014)