Day Two of the Thirty Day Drabble Challge:
Accusation
They lie together out on the hill by the house that had been their home for a year now. Magda has her head resting over Max’s heart, listening to the steady beat as he runs his fingers through hair that was finally long enough to be more than glorified fuzz. The wind was blowing gently, the sun was setting over the mountains and all was calm.
They’d come to watch the sunset after they both got home from work, both wanting to enjoy the last warm days of fall before winter came and they couldn’t do this anymore without heavy coats.
Magda sighs contentedly and runs her fingers up Max’s side. Max draws in a quick breath, freezes, and shies away from her touch. She glances up to see him biting his lip; curious, she runs her fingers up his side again. Max’s face scrunches up and he tries to worm himself away from her.
A mischievous smile spreads across Magda’s face as she moves with him, making sure to keep him within arms reach, and asks, “Maaax, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”
Max schools his face and meets her bright, joyous eyes while denying her heinous accusation. “Me? No, definitely not, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her smile widens as she places both hands on either side of his torso and skitters her fingers along his ribs. He squirms, trying to keep a straight face but fails just as he manages to escape her treacherous ways and get to his feet.
Magda laughs triumphantly as she rolls to her feet and starts advancing on him. “Oh, you are.”
Max shakes his head warily and starts backing up. “Magda. Magda, don’t you dare.”
Magda’s eyes glint in the fading light as she pounces.
They lie together out on the hill by the house that had been their home for a year now. Magda has her head resting over Max’s heart, listening to the steady beat as he runs his fingers through hair that was finally long enough to be more than glorified fuzz. The wind was blowing gently, the sun was setting over the mountains and all was calm.
They’d come to watch the sunset after they both got home from work, both wanting to enjoy the last warm days of fall before winter came and they couldn’t do this anymore without heavy coats.
Magda sighs contentedly and runs her fingers up Max’s side. Max draws in a quick breath, freezes, and shies away from her touch. She glances up to see him biting his lip; curious, she runs her fingers up his side again. Max’s face scrunches up and he tries to worm himself away from her.
A mischievous smile spreads across Magda’s face as she moves with him, making sure to keep him within arms reach, and asks, “Maaax, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”
Max schools his face and meets her bright, joyous eyes while denying her heinous accusation. “Me? No, definitely not, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her smile widens as she places both hands on either side of his torso and skitters her fingers along his ribs. He squirms, trying to keep a straight face but fails just as he manages to escape her treacherous ways and get to his feet.
Magda laughs triumphantly as she rolls to her feet and starts advancing on him. “Oh, you are.”
Max shakes his head warily and starts backing up. “Magda. Magda, don’t you dare.”
Magda’s eyes glint in the fading light as she pounces.