"Right," Melody said, sounding like that explained it all, but already she had run through another myriad of questions in her head. One of them had been, "is he the murderer, and he's come back to see if he left any evidence behind?" which did bounce around in her head while the others skittered through and were quickly dismissed with an equally skitterish silent solution. She sipped from her cup and was lowering it from her lips when the van hit a pothole, heavily disguised in the shadow of a tree. Her cup flew from her hands, and her fingers flew open.
If one could slow down time and view the scene it would have looked something like this. The stream of hot chocolate that had been in the cup formed a lovely arc as it exited the cup, the lid leading the way toward the roof, then the windscreen. Melody's mouth fell open as her eyes widened, her pulse already a little higher now accelerated as her fingers extended toward the airborn cup, the contents now on a downward journey, about to splatter across the dashboard, windscreen, and floor.
Suddenly, as if in rewind, the hot chocolatey liquid reversed direction and appeared to run uphill, re-entering the cup, and the lid refastening as the cup settled back into Melody's fingers.
"Oops," she couldn't help but say, her eyes darting across to see if Brian had seen what happened.
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-27 04:49 am (UTC)If one could slow down time and view the scene it would have looked something like this. The stream of hot chocolate that had been in the cup formed a lovely arc as it exited the cup, the lid leading the way toward the roof, then the windscreen. Melody's mouth fell open as her eyes widened, her pulse already a little higher now accelerated as her fingers extended toward the airborn cup, the contents now on a downward journey, about to splatter across the dashboard, windscreen, and floor.
Suddenly, as if in rewind, the hot chocolatey liquid reversed direction and appeared to run uphill, re-entering the cup, and the lid refastening as the cup settled back into Melody's fingers.
"Oops," she couldn't help but say, her eyes darting across to see if Brian had seen what happened.