"Look there! Just below the ice cube. Do you see it?" Ana forces the glass of pop into Sandra's face. "I see... moderately fizzy pop." "No, no. Don't focus on the bubbles! It's not the BUBBLES!" The glass shakes violently, ice cube careening against the etched sides and threatening to capsize.
Sandra takes the glass from her sister's shaking fist and calmly peers into it, pressing her face against the cool, damp rim.
"Oh yes, I see it now. Of course. How could I have missed it?"
Ana's eyes widened and her hands clasped together tightly, either from excitement or lack of glass to clutch. "You DO see! Do you think it can get out? Do you think? Will it get out?"
The glass clinked against the marble counter as Sandra set it down. She placed her hands on Ana's shoulders, comforting and kind, and guided her to the couch. "No, Ana. I don't think it will get out. I think we're safe here."
"But? You didn't see it?" Her eyes filled with tears, sparkling as the condensation on the glass. "You didn't see it."
"Ana..." Sandra made no attempt to follow as Ana pushed past her, behind the safety of a locked washroom door. While her sister called out nonsense, which echoed on the tile walls and seemed to slither from beneath the door, Sandra examined the glass of pop more closely.
"It does seem to go on forever, looking down into this way..." Squinting, tilting her head, straining to see deeper within.
Scream. Shatter. Splash. Scream.
"ANA!"
Broken glass. An ice cube drifting on a shallow pool of pop.
11:57pm 8/21/08 *Remind me to steal this for my blog as well. ;)
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"Look there! Just below the ice cube. Do you see it?" Ana forces the glass of pop into Sandra's face.
"I see... moderately fizzy pop."
"No, no. Don't focus on the bubbles! It's not the BUBBLES!" The glass shakes violently, ice cube careening against the etched sides and threatening to capsize.
Sandra takes the glass from her sister's shaking fist and calmly peers into it, pressing her face against the cool, damp rim.
"Oh yes, I see it now. Of course. How could I have missed it?"
Ana's eyes widened and her hands clasped together tightly, either from excitement or lack of glass to clutch.
"You DO see! Do you think it can get out? Do you think? Will it get out?"
The glass clinked against the marble counter as Sandra set it down. She placed her hands on Ana's shoulders, comforting and kind, and guided her to the couch.
"No, Ana. I don't think it will get out. I think we're safe here."
"But? You didn't see it?"
Her eyes filled with tears, sparkling as the condensation on the glass. "You didn't see it."
"Ana..."
Sandra made no attempt to follow as Ana pushed past her, behind the safety of a locked washroom door. While her sister called out nonsense, which echoed on the tile walls and seemed to slither from beneath the door, Sandra examined the glass of pop more closely.
"It does seem to go on forever, looking down into this way..."
Squinting, tilting her head, straining to see deeper within.
Scream.
Shatter.
Splash.
Scream.
"ANA!"
Broken glass. An ice cube drifting on a shallow pool of pop.
11:57pm 8/21/08
*Remind me to steal this for my blog as well. ;)
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