“Come on, try me.”
She looked up from her phone, rolled her never ending eyes, and sighed a metric ton.
“Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?”
“You’re an idiot. You are never going to pass this class.”
“One more, one more please? I will let you have the rest of my Sugar Babieees.”
She grabbed the rest of the Sugar Babies, shook some into her mouth.
“Not in a box, not with a fox.”
She grabbed the Sugar Babies, flipped me the bird and flew down the stairs to the living room.
I leaned back and stared out the window, glowing in the knowledge that she was my friend. Best friend even, as long as there was a never-ending supply of Sugar Babies.
For the Propmt "Prosery" at dVerse Poets Pub