“You lookin’ at me?”
I had to snigger as I walked past my boyfriend’s room and heard the phrase. I actually stopped and waited for the follow-up lines to that famous film quote.
“They could always be looking at me,” I announced stepping inside.
“Shit, Sarah, you scared the living hell out of me!” Darren whirled round.
I just laughed it off and peeked behind him expecting to find a mirror. The only thing I could see was a deer’s head mounted on the wall. “Why is there a dead animal in this house?” My earlier smile had disappeared.
Written for flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner