They stood directly on a fault line, just as the ground began to shutter and roar.
“What do we do?” she cried. “Please, tell me this is a figment of my imagination.”
He shook his head, “Unfortunately, no. Just as predicted, the ground is about to split, and we’re at the center of it.”
“I knew there was a risk coming out here, but you PROMISED we would be okay.”
“Alright, princess, time to remove that crown and tighten your bootstraps. It’s going to take some intricate maneuvering to get to the helicopter if the ground begins to break.”
“Stop calling me a princess! Why do you always call me that?”
“You came to Alaska to support my work, without appropriate attire for the cold, assuming…what, exactly?
“That you would provide for me! Warmth, clothing, seafood buffets, a BED!?”
“We have a bed.”
“We have a cot. My back has been hurting for weeks. I thought you said you loved me?”
“I did love you, when I thought you were down to earth.”
“Well, I’m about to be sucked deep INTO earth if you don’t get us out of here, pronto!”
“This is not an injustice, princess. Maybe you should have read my entire dating profile before responding.”
Inspired by the word prompts,
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