Tiffany finished her practice hour, relieved to be done for the day. Repulsive, who’d made his way downstairs after the awful noise stopped, rubbed his face against her calf as she put the tuba in its case.
“Popcorn,” she said to the cat, scratching his ears. “Popcorn.”
When she was little Tiffany had wanted to skate. The first time her brother took her to the rink she fell walking to the ice on her skates. She fell on the ice, and fell some more. Tiffany had told her brother she never wanted to skate again. When they got home, Devin had asked her if she liked popcorn. She loved popcorn. He’d handed her an unpopped bag. She had stared at him. ‘Bet you’d hate eating this now. Bet you’d like it more if you popped it. Bet you’ll like skating more if you give it a chance to pop.”
Today I will give new things a chance to pop.
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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