“Ah, your house always smells like fresh baked bread” I
said as I left Leon’s house and stepped back outside.
“Man, I gotta piss” Dakota said urgently, “I’ll just step
out onto the side of the house.”
“Dude, the bathroom is right inside, literally less than
ten feet through the door. Plus, his house smells really nice and homey. Go
check it out.” I told Dakota, opening the door.
“I’ve been in there before.” He said, stepping past me
and closing the door behind him.
“So Leon, why does your house smell so nice?” I
asked, opening the door and inviting myself back in.
“It’s always been like that. I honestly have no idea
what you’re talking about.” He said, following me in and making his way over to
a large computer propped up on a shelf. “Let’s see if Emilia has replied. . .
Nope.”
“You have way too many mirrors in there.” Dakota
said, coming out of the bathroom.
“Let’s step back outside.” I began, following Dakota
outside. As we all stood out on his front porch, a chill wind swept from the
hill below, causing each of us to shiver. Leon’s cat climbed onto the railing
beside his house, sniffing and looking around at the side of his wall. “Have
you ever pushed your cat off of there?”
“Hah! As if. This cat won’t fall off anything. Trust
me, he manages to hold on somehow and gets away.” Leon spoke, laughing.
“Oh yeah? Try it th-“ Before I could finish the
sentence, Leon quickly and almost unnoticeable, without expression, shoved his
cat off the railing. The cat quickly made a grab for the wooden slab before
missing and flipping off a 10 ft. plunge, landing with a soft thud and pissed
off meow.
THE
END
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