Choose Your Own Adventure, with Zoe

Zoe walks into my 4th floor office like she owns the place. She sashays; she shimmies; she dances an Irish jig.

“What’s gotten into you, Zozo?” I ask, knowing she’s deep in a scheme.

Crazy; that’s how Zoe acts when she’s up to no good. Her hair glistens in sunlight that streaks across the floor like a rogue laser. She almost looks pretty. Like an angel … of destruction.

Zoe prances across the floor, doing the two-step to an inaudible beat. “Hankie!” she squeals. “I’ve got the most delicious plan!”

See? I told you she’s a schemer. She’s like a clockwork fox; take a look, and you’ll see those mechanical gears a grindin’. Like a churn squeezing out fresh pats of belladonna-laced butter, all her plans are rich, flavourful, and deadly. Such a sweet smile; too bad it masks disaster.

“No, Zozo.” Two little words with the power to bring out the beast.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Her tone rises with each word. “Hankie, you’re not playing fair!”

By now she’s a spitting dragon; I duck out of firing range.

“Okay, fine. What’s the plan?”

She looks at me, eyes sparkling with delight. “We’re going to send my evil husband the last birthday present he’ll ever open.”


Copyright © 2015 by Emily Clayton
Originally appeared on Flash!Friday:

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