Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Fourth Wall

Lisa sat across from him.  She toyed with her spaghetti carbonara.  The date was not going well, but Brian consoled himself that it had not been his idea. 

“You’re so distracted,” she burst out.  A ninja gently tousled her hair, mimicking a breeze from the ‘ceiling fan’ overhead.  “Am I that boring, that you can’t even look at me?”

Brian glanced over her shoulder.  The ninja winked at him.  Brian could see the glint of a razor-sharp blade, mere inches from Lisa’s neck.

“It’s nothing,” Brian said.  Outside, the ninjas were preparing the street scene for his lonely walk home.

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