Monkey Business
‘Would you shut up, Armando?”, I said, he kept jabbering, “I said shut the fuck up!” He did, thank God. “Do you hear that?” The damp leaves rustled off to the left. “Seriously, did you hear that?” I whispered.
Armando shook his head, expression: amused, “It is just a friendly tucan, Senora. Please to be relaxed, we are safe on the trail.” The rustle came again. “Hello, pretty tucan! Come and show your feathers to us!”
This time I heard louder rustling combined with a very menacing branch snap. We both stood up. “You idiot,” I whispered, “Why don’t you just yell, ‘Here’s dinner!’” ....
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The Collection
Cursing her lack of flashlight, she raised her pilfered candle with a shaking hand and surveyed what she could of her surroundings. Everything seemed quiet in the old house. The dim glow cast dancing shadows on staunch, somber portraits that lined the endless hallway. Fear bubbled up in her stomach. But as she visualized herself returning to the sorority house in glory, defiance surfaced and she mentally chided her heart for attempting a jailbreak.