Prompt: Mildly Psychotic
I grinned at her in sincere sincerity. “You picked the perfect time to leave me. I was really getting sick of you.”
She smiled like a gratified child as she folded the dirty wash in preparation for spring. “I never left at all. And now I’m back.”
“And yet I feel abandoned,” I agreed while pulling potato eyes from their sockets to feed her.
“Don’t worry about breakfast,” she asked, sticking out her tongue like she was catching raindrops falling up from the title floor. “I wasn’t hungry anyway,” she said and clambered out of the bathroom window to scrub the fire escape.