Burned!

Published under Conversations on March 31, 2008

 *Rhiannon is at the hotel, heading downstairs to continue helping tear down a local charity event. She sees Myles, a fellow helper, carrying a stack of boxes up  the stairs. The boxes take up the entire width of the staircase*

*She pauses, and then decides to go down, and then decides to go up.*

Rhiannon: Uh oh, you’re gonna kill me . . .

*She stands by the top of the stairwell while Myles brings up the boxes*

Myles: You’re the psychic, you tell me.

Blessings,

Rhiannon