harbingers of death
Explosion, Karli raised her foot as a ball of fluff barrelled past, causing her to sway slightly as she continued to chop the salad, her lips compressing slightly.
The impact caused her to pause, but when no accompanying crash occurred, she reached for the cucumber, “One, two …”
Right on time, then the return run. A skid on the rug, and exit stage left.
“What the hell was that?”
Karli looked at the new boarder, “Perpetual motion.”
Not a cat person obviously, “Zoomies.”
“She sits there like she owns the place”
Mal’s words brought him awake and obediently he peered down, spying the issue immediately, “Wow, how brash can you be?”
A resigned sigh was the initial response, then, “Though I have heard she’s good.”
“Good, but she’s hardly a classic.” He made the concession grudgingly, and the other seized it with gusto.
“True, she’s what you call popular.” He bit back a smirk, “I think its time to stage a walkout.”
“Its 2022, that might backfire.”
At his words Catcher In The Rye spat, “How? Libraries are nothing without books to lend.”