Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
When Mandy and I were kids, we’d lie on our backs, making up stories about what we saw in the clouds. Mandy saw unicorns, princes(ses), and hearts, while I viewed dragons, bears, or snakes with ominous teeth.
Needless to say, Mandy is a romance writer and I dabble in psychological thrillers.
Mandy: There’s a crocodile in my sky.
Me: Divorce the weasel now.
I know she rolls her eyes.
Mandy: Why don’t you like him?
Because he’s a wife-murderer and you’ll be his next victim?
His reflection appears on my monitor.
Huh. I might have been wrong about his next victim.