- Vol. 07
- Chapter 11
Loud Whispers
We can hear her heels clicking on the hardwood fasterfaster down the hallway.
We jump into our beds, squealing, pull the covers uparoundus.
The door
e x p l o d e s open
and we cover our mouths, muffling laughter.
She
strides
into
the
dark
room,
looking for offenders of the curfew.
As she gets closer we realize with horror that weLEFTtheJARout(!)
It is sitting
in
the
middle
of
the
floor,
crawling
with spiders, grasshoppers and slugs. Our afternoon discoveries. Another step and she k i c k s it.
Steel toe in glass. The ecosystem escaping onto dusty pantyhose.