Chapter Eight: My Fifth Attempt at Flash Fiction

   Lila looked up at Reese in amusement. "I bet it is. Did you pick up the salad dressing at the store?" She turned and made her way to the fridge, which she opened and stared into. "I really like the Sky High kind. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the store brand, but-"
   "Lila, shut up about the salad dressing for a second." Lila turned with a bemused curl of her mouth and wrinkle of her nose.
   "What's up, honey?"
   "I'm not joking."
   Lila's eyes narrowed. She looked at the apple on the table, then back at Reese, then at the large yellow apple once more.
   "Tell me again about the apple," she asked.
   "A woman came in," Reese began to oblige.
   "What did she look like?" Lila asked.
   "She was black, and she was wearing a labcoat. Her hair was in a ponytail, but she was out of breath. Sort of...disheveled."
   "Okay, go on."
   "She came in-"
   "How did she come in? Was the front door open?"
   "No, she had to- I don't know how she got in."
   "Okay, she broke in. What next?"
   "I found her, and I was scared, because- you know- someone in our house."
   Lila looked over at the rolling pin and dough sprinkled with flour on the counter.
   "Did you hit her with the rolling pin?"
   Reese blushed. "No, but I was going to."
   Lila tried not to smile. "Okay, why didn't you?"
   "She was there, and I picked it up, and I asked her who she was and told her to get the hell out. She held up her hands, and told me she wasn't going to hurt me. She just needed help." Reese looked back down at the large golden apple.

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This isn't done yet, it's definitely a work in progress.



I swear to God, it'll be finished up soon!