the big picture window was ominously black by 6pm. night comes so early and lasts so long these days he thought.
heaving a sigh and looking back down, he continued his work, taking note, yet again, of the deadline circled on his desk calendar.
SPLICK
"what the...?" he looked up. a nerf gun arrow was stuck to the window. he leaned closer to the window, squinting into the darkness.
SPLICK, SPLICK. SPLICK-SPLICK-SPLICK.
it continued and he jolted back as a rush of arrows assalted the window. curiously, they stuck in an ill-balanced heart shape.
his wife emerged from the shadows, blowing imaginary smoke from the barrel of her gun, and laughing. he had never been more in love.
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4 comments:
a) she obviously has incredible aim, and b) you've done this, haven't you.
i am quite impressed. i was assuming your comment would question the accuracy of the word "splick." i'm quite proud of that, by the way.
honestly, i can't think of any other words that onomatopoeically describe nerf projectiles.
Delightful and cute! I could see you doing this!
And...."splick" seems to fit. :-)
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