"Doorbell," Alice announced. Sarah sat up with a start, dropping the pen she'd been absently chewing the end of.
"Visitors?" She asked, trying to find the pen without taking her eyes off the screen.
"As if," Alice snorted. "You know Truffle doesn't have any friends. No, it looks like a delivery..."
They watched in silence as a large box was wheeled into the room.
"Refrigerator," Alice nodded, satisfied that everything added up. Truffle had ordered it earlier that week, though they had not noticed any problems with his current one. Truffle signed for the delivery, then took a knife from the drawer behind him.
"I suppose you're wondering what I would want with a refrigerator, when the one I already have works fine," he said, addressing them again as if he really knew they were there. He slashed at the box with the knife, undoing its bindings until he could put it to one side. "Maybe I just want a little privacy?"
Without another word he lifted the box and set it down over his head. They could hear him giggling as he shuffled around the room.
"I think this is going to make it into the report," Alice said faintly.
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That's taking a great length for a large box, haha
And an expensive one, too.
I like that idea, though.
I really love this story.
It was actually the only way I could come up with for him to easily get hold of such a big box. I don't know where he gets all this expendable income from, he doesn't seem to have a job!
I'm glad you're enjoying it, though, I'm not sure if I even like it myself but it's a strange one, I can't stop writing it. Even though it's not even so much a story as a series of related events?
:)
Isn't that what the definition of a 'story' is, though?
Well maybe. I never looked it up. I guess it just feels a bit less... joined up?
It's all this writing it in little pieces, I suppose.
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