one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

V.

Monday, 21 June 2004

Mictlan caught a glimpse of movement toward the house, a few kilometers away. The silent night made the softest sound perfectly audible. The insane amount of caffeine and nicotine in his system also made him extremely alert.

"Shortness of breath...I'm having (pant) an anxiety attack (pant pant pant)!" cried Harriene out loud, to herself, a little worried. Actually, a lot worried. "If my object-oriented analysis is right, this is caused by pinchy sweety (pant pant) co-worker's constant harrassment."

"What's the hurry, Harriene?" called out Mictlan.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" shrieked Harriene.

No one can blame Harriene for screaming. If you saw a humanish silhouette with red and green eyes ten feet above ground, and it suddenly spoke, you would react in the same way too, I suppose.

"Oh, it's only you," replied Harriene, slowly gaining composure but doesn't stop walking. "Gosh Mic, you gave me a fright! Can't you see I'm having dyspnea?"

"Well maybe, if you slow down a bit ... "

"I'll be all right. I just need to get inside." By this time Harriene was almost at the doors, Mictlan out of sight. She stepped on the porch, itching to get inside as soon as possible. Looking ahead, she called out, "See you in a wh--"

BAG!!!

or

BOOG!!

(a little help, please. am not really good at SFX)

"Harriene!" called Mictlan, "are you okay?!"

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