“There!” Jay pointed.
“I didn’t see. What color?” Evan scanned the sky.
“White. We gotta go!”
“Wait, two white means all clear. One means we’re surrounded. Stay down.”
“You weren’t even paying attention. You were staring at Kathy. Again.”
“I can’t help it. She has beautiful teeth. But I’m sure about what I heard.”
“She’s got something great that starts with a “t,” but teeth ain’t it.”
“Jackass! She does have great teeth.”
Splat.
Splat, splat.
Green paint sprayed across their chests.
“Damn.” Jay flopped on his back.
“I told you one meant stay down.”
“Yeah. That, and shut up.”
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Photo prompt & featured image: © Vijaya Sundaram
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Splat, I like it. Mike
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Thanks! 😄
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I am so glad it was only paintball – I feared something much worse.
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Thanks, Liz! There were a lot of dark stories this week, but I got a very different vibe from the prompt. Thanks for reading and your comment! 😄
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Dear Sara,
Someone got distracted I’d say. Not a good idea in paintball. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Indeed! Thanks, Rochelle!
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Is it paintball? I never played that one, but I heard it can hurt. Funny story! Well done.
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Hi, Amy! Yes, they were playing paintball and yes, it can definitely hurt! Thanks for reading; I’m glad you enjoyed the story. Happy trails!
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Ha, brilliant. Made me laugh. Very enjoyable.
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Thanks for reading and your comment. Glad you enjoyed it! Happy trails! 🙂
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