Samantha screamed. Jimmy dropped his DS3D on the sofa and raced into the kitchen. “What? What is it, Sam? What happened? Are you OK?” Samantha was standing on a kitchen chair, pointing at the floor. She was so terrified, she couldn’t speak. All she could do was point.
Jimmy looked where she was pointing. That’s when he saw it. A big, dark brown roach. He nearly laughed. Samantha and her fear of spiders and bugs. Especially bugs more than 1/4 inch long. He never would understand why she didn’t just step on them. Especially when she was wearing shoes.
“OK, Sam. OK. I’ll get it. I’ll take care of it.” Jimmy dashed across the kitchen and then stomped that roach flat. “There. It’s dead, Sam. I got it for you.” He helped her down from the chair. “You gonna be OK?”
Samantha nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be OK.” She gave Jimmy a hug. “Thanks.”
“Any time, Sam. Any time.”
Jimmy started back toward his DS3D on the sofa in the next room. As he did, he stopped and turned, because he heard Samantha stomping her foot several times. He looked at her, and at the totally destroyed, smeared on the floor, carcass of the roach. “Damn, Sam. What was that for?”
“I just wanted to be sure that little bastard was dead.”
Jimmy laughed so hard, his ribs hurt, and it took him 20 minutes before he could play his game again.
I wrote this little tale for the 48th #ThursThreads, hosted by Cara Michaels. Please, go read all the other entries for this week. They are all well written.