Dung

15799517988_71b1b28f51_o“Dung.”

“What the hell, dung?” Kurt said. “You don’t just say ‘dung.’ Who does that? This is what we were talking about the other day, Danni. How you do things like that.”

“And?” I said, goading him. I like to goad. That’s another thing we talked about the other day. How I like to goad. And no, he doesn’t like that either.

“And what?” he answered, increasingly exasperated. I know because he was stroking his eyebrow rapidly. He does that. When he’s about to snap.

(Click here to read the rest of this flash-fiction story from Stranger Things Happen.)

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