written for 100 drabbles of summer 2012
90) Author's choice:
90) Author's choice: emaciated lizard
"Glad we got away from those freaky voodoo guys," I called to Ash. A small stream burbled nearby, and the horror of the day seemed long ago.
"Me too," muttered Ash, laying beside me, chores forgotten for now. "But we don't know how far their powers reach, we –"
He shut up, watching the sunset peacefully.
"Ow!" he yelled. "I shut up already!"I looked over at him, feeling pinching at my back. I leapt up, grabbing him in the process. I watched, horror returning, grey skeletal hands pushing from the ground. Apparently we weren't far enough away.
91) Author's choice:
91) Author's choice: big gob
"Hey, give back my sweets," Ash laughed as he ran after Aire. Tinsel caught on her sleeve, floating out into the room in front of him. He stopped to untangle himself, before setting off again. "When I catch you I'll sit on you and make you eat the ones you hate," he called, running through the doorway. He tripped over something, landing face first on the puffy couch. Turning, he saw her, long strands hanging out of her mouth, it completely full. She threw some sweets at his feet – all the ones she didn't like!
"Happy Christmas Bro," she garbled.