“You think too much,” he said.
“You don’t think enough,” she replied.
“It’s playing mind games. I’d bet it’s on the other side of that door waiting for you to be stupid enough to open it.”
“How do you know?”
“Open the door and find out.”
She picked up a broken board from the floor and handed it to him. “I’ll open the door. You hit it.”
He shrugged. “If you say so.”
She yanked the door open. He swung the board. It cracked her skull when it connected.
He stood over her, laughing. “Told you it was playing games.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers. I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I wrote it, so here it is.
Also, just a note. I’m starting my prompts back up. They faded away before, but starting this month Storybook Corner is back and starting next month Six on the Sixth is back. Please do take part. It’ll be fun. I promise.