The big blue toe peered up at her from his flip flop.
“So what did you do to it?”
“I don’t know,” he said to her. “But it’s throbbing right now.”
“Maybe you kicked the leg of the bed again. You tend to do that when you make the bed. Did you make the bed?”
“Psh, I haven’t washed my sheets in weeks.”
“Gross,” she said, wrinkling her nose. He laughed in response. “So what DID you do yesterday?”
He looked away. “Nothing of consequence.”
“I know when you’re hiding something. Worst liar ever. You went out with her again, didn’t you.”
“Nope.”
“Yes you did. You know, most people think it’s rude to go out with your ex when you’re with a new girl.”
“I didn’t go out with her. You’re crazy.”
“Look at me when you say that then.”
He exaggerated looking at her, widening his eyes. “I didn’t go out with her.”
“Okay you’re not lying. But let’s see…did she come here? Technically that’s not going out.”
He didn’t answer.
“And if that’s the case, you’d be in bigger trouble than you would be after going out for something like coffee or a drink.” She got up and went to his bedroom, returning in a minute or so.
“Anything else to say?” Now she looked pissed, and her emotion was reflected in her voice.
“Nope.”
“I just Sherlock Holmed your ass. Your sheets smell like dryer sheet. So my only assumption can be you lied about washing the sheets, you had her over, had sex, and your dumb ass figured you’d better wash the sheets so I wouldn’t find out. Then you smacked your toe on the leg of the bed, like you always do, and got caught. Ass.”
She slammed the door on her way out.
Words given to me by Christina.
A Flash of Inspiration 