"Are we human?"
He pinched his skin.
"I guess s-"
"Or are we dancers?" She interrupted.
"My sign is vital."
"My hands are cold."
"And I'm on my knees, looking for the-"
"I still hate your haircut."
He pursed his lips.
"I know."
the story of two teens who kill time. short story; #175 (22nd April 2014) (2014, 2015, 2017) More
"Are we human?"
He pinched his skin.
"I guess s-"
"Or are we dancers?" She interrupted.
"My sign is vital."
"My hands are cold."
"And I'm on my knees, looking for the-"
"I still hate your haircut."
He pursed his lips.
"I know."