I spin and fall back into giant, outstretched arms.
I am a fairy, with tin foil wings, and you are a black bearded pirate, torturing me with tickles. Aglow with joy, I relax against your chest.
Abruptly the air becomes stale. Has IT come to play ? Again?
The last tickle goes on too long and in a place where a tickle shouldn't be. I try and wriggle away but your hand follows, determined.
Yes, IT is here. Once friendly, black eyes now vacant, unfamiliar.
Then, 'SNAP!' IT is gone.
"Who wants a soda?" you say.
I nod.
Tickle Time.
Re: Tickle Time.
Wow, is that creepy.
Never judge anyone until you have biopsied their brain.
"Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle."
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"Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle."
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- gustomaestro
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Re: Tickle Time.
Strong sense of mood created, swiftly subverted. Great.
Re: Tickle Time.
That was nasty.