Utter the Truth

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I stand dramatically in the doorway and turn to SharkBoy. My eyes languidly landing on his equally couch-prone body.

“Do you… love me?” I ask breathlessly.

“Where is this coming from?” He answers (I notice) with a question.

“Well. Say I were to shit on something you own…”

2 thoughts on “Utter the Truth

  1. Erik Rubright

    The Husbear tends to ask me that same question (the Do you love me one), and I tend to answer with “What did you do?”.

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