Selene and Abby
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 17
“Lost,” said Selene.
“The trees all look the same,” Abby said.
They wandered.
One thing for sure. You’re Already Lost ... wandering just makes it worse.
“I still needa pee,” Selene said.
“This looks like a good spot,” Abby suggested. She pointed at a particularly dry looking bush.
“That needs watering, I’ll be right back.”
“Nope ... I’m going with,” Abby said ... and she did.
They went around behind the bush ... and... “Would you look at that,” said Selene.
“It’s a potted plant.”
And it was ... a bush in a bucket. It had been trimmed to keep it away ... well ... out of the trail. A well used trail ... that went ... somewhere.
“If that doesn’t look suspicious,” Selene said, “I don’t know what does.”
“Right or left?” Abby asked.
“Rochambeau,” said Selene. She began to count.
“Wait,” Abby said, “Winner chooses?”
“Winner loses,” said Selene ... authoritatively.
“I’m the professor here, I say Winner Chooses,” Abby said.
“Okay ... but just to stop an argument,” Selene said.
“One, two, three,” Abby threw paper but Selene threw scissors.
“Two out of three?” Abby doesn’t like to lose.
“Nope ... wasn’t in the rules,” Selene said.
“What rules?”
“The ones made before we agreed.”
“We didn’t make any rules,” Abby whined.
“Exactly. Right.”
“A good Turk always turns left,” said Abby.
“I’m not a Turk ... and left it is.”
“That was quick,” Abby said.
“Someone is coming,” Selene said.
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