Love Story

“Tell me a joke,” she said.

“I don’t know jokes,” he said.

They were lying in the grass, side-by-side, staring at a cloudless sky.

“But I want to laugh. Tell me something funny.”

“I don’t know anything funny.”

“You do. You know me.”

“Well then you be funny.”

She leaned on her elbow and faced him, her eyes mischievous. “I could tickle you.”

“That’s not funny. That’s just torture.”

She tickled him round the belly. He laughed; she giggled.

“You’re in for it now,” he said. She was on her back looking up at him, her lips curved.

“In for nothing, I see,” she teased.

“You’re in for all of my days.”

 

end 8/9/2016 (2)

S. Darlington

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