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or effect, then continued quickly, “but thought I’d return home instead.”</p><p id="74b9">“And…” She looked me square in the eyes.</p><p id="3962">“Dad taught me never to give into threats from a woman — so — I am off to clean it up now.”</p><p id="8eca">Side stepping a slap around my head, I ran up the stairs, leaving her standing in the hallway.</p><p id="c0e7">I mean, I couldn’t have her finding my secret stash of… ah…asparagus — could I?</p><p id="523b"><b><i>249 words written for this prompt…</i></b></p><div id="301e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/weekly-prompt-the-one-about-the-long-looming-threat-not-yet-delivered-8b1c06785fbe"> <div> <div> <h2>Weekly Prompt: The One About the Long Looming Threat Not Yet Delivered</h2> <div><h3>It's kind of like a blank cheque or waiting for Slapsgiving…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*FYx2ZF67uRVjZVXf)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="b113"><b><i>More from May…</i></b></p><div id="7b89" class="link-block"> <a href="https://redemptionmagazine.com/dancing-on-the-earth-1-7c5a4a617a6d"> <div> <div> <h2>Dancing on the Earth #1</h2> <div><h3>The J model has 33 years to live — then either his life is taken for a cause better than the one he was living for,

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Dialogue

Threats, Slaps and Asparagus

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Let’s get this over with…

Knock. Knock.

“Oh, it’s you. At last. Did you forget your keys? And where have you been?”

“Enough questions. Gees… I’m back, and I need to talk to yer about that threat. The one yer messaged me this morning.”

“Threat?”

“Yeah, it’s been on my mind. Don’t pretend yer’ve forgotten… I stayed over at Jack’s last night and the text yer sent me was, well, threatening.”

She looked at me as if I had escaped from some asylum, so I scrolled through my phone until I got to the message I was looking for, and read it out loud:

Hi David. Just been upstairs. Your room is an absolute tip. Stinks of rancid cheese and asparagus. If you don’t clean it up soon, then I’m going to have do it for you…

“Remember the threat now?” I added.

“Oh that.” My mum began to laugh. A little maniacally I thought. “What’s your answer then.”

“Well, I nearly replied telling yer to come and say shit to my face…” I paused for effect, then continued quickly, “but thought I’d return home instead.”

“And…” She looked me square in the eyes.

“Dad taught me never to give into threats from a woman — so — I am off to clean it up now.”

Side stepping a slap around my head, I ran up the stairs, leaving her standing in the hallway.

I mean, I couldn’t have her finding my secret stash of… ah…asparagus — could I?

249 words written for this prompt…

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