Flight of Fiction
“Pour me another cup, please?” I smiled, grabbed her cup and walked to the kitchen where I poured her more hot cocoa. “Thank you,” she said as I gave her the cup. “You make really nice cocoa. It’s ruining my figure.” I laughed. “Thank you, I guess,” I said. “And don’t worry, round is a figure anyway” Sticking out her tongue she said, “That’s mean of you, porky!” “What did I say? Aww, don’t take it personally. You’ll still be cute anyway.” “Sweet-talker!” “I’d rather use the term bolero. ” I got a slap on the arm for that last one. “I bet that would’ve hurt more, five cups from now.” Twenty more slaps rained on me for that. “Are you done? I hope you are. I can no longer feel my arm.” “I didn’t slap you that hard, you big baby.” “Hello. I’m still human. Flesh and blood. See?” I said as I showed her my welts. “Alright, fine. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have opted for violence. But, just for the record, you