Ficlets

“What’s the matter?” She said. He shook his head.

“Really,” she said, inching herself over to him, “What are you doing here?”

“I’d like to ask you the same thing,” he replied. She laughed again, it was soft and musky like a rich perfume.

“You first,” she said, sitting up as if ready for an epic tale of disaster.

“Fine, fine. God, I feel so stupid…You see, I’ve been driving for days really…and well, I needed a place to stop. But all I see is desert for miles around and out of nowhere in the darkness there’s this place. I just didn’t really know the room had a catch or anything.” He explained.

“Oh, so I’m the catch, I get it. So, how am I supposed to believe that line?” She said with a raised eyebrow. He gave her a look that implied how tired he was and she immediately understood.

“You don’t have to stay here with me, its okay,” he said, motioning to the door.

“Sweetheart, I can’t leave. Its policy. I’m like a bird in a cage here,” she said.

“You’re kidding me, right?” He said.