Their gossip falls from their mouth like dense smoke and snakes and swirls round their ankles like a cat. It comes thick and fast, like smog belching out of buildings. I cough. At least I'm not chocking. They open the door to the bathroom, and the smog rushes out around my ankels, chilling me. They move fast in the hallway and the smog thins out behind them untill I can't hear it. I try to wash my legs of it in the sink, but no matter how I scrub, they are stained. I cough, and emit a puff.
dlove14I really like how you compared gossip to pollution. I wish this was a longer story because I wanted to read more :)
Thank you! :)
I have thought of somthing new since I posted it:
They open the door to the bathroom, and it rushes out around my ankles. The hisses of "she said, he said, she said" chill me, and electric zap down my spine.
I have thought of somthing new since I posted it:
They open the door to the bathroom, and it rushes out around my ankles. The hisses of "she said, he said, she said" chill me, and electric zap down my spine.
PuzzleLuverI love it! You captured gossip perfectly. Keep writing.
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