Saturday, May 23, 2009
I, Splotchy's Virus
The ground crunched beneath my feet. Besides my noisy footsteps, I heard only the sound of the gentle crackling fire behind me. Its faint orange light lazily revealed my immediate surroundings. Beyond the glow, there was total blackness. I whistled. I took the small rock I had been carrying and whipped it away from me, expecting a thud, crack or plop -- but a soft yelp of a cry answered. (I, Splotchy's beginning thread)
"Jesus Tammie, watch what you're throwing there," came the disgruntled voice as its' owner came out from the darkness. He was rubbing his arm where the rock had hit him.
"Sorry Johnnie!" I quickly uttered and came toward him. I took his arm to look at what my foolishness had wrought. John allowed this intrusion good naturally and I quickly scanned the beginnings of a red swelling but luckily I spied no broken skin or blood.
"I'll be okay." Johnnie muttered and moved his hand away. "What in the hell were you throwing rocks for?" he continued staring at me with puzzlement in his eyes.
I took a deep breath before beginning my answer.