Behind the scenes
I whisper to myself, very proud of my accomplishment before skipping down to the kitchen.
I take a minute to appreciate his very fine looks.
“He looks so good doesn’t he?”
I jump, clutching at my chest as I look for Joanne, she stood behind me, smiling brightly, her gum piercing I didn’t know she had, winked at me.
“Don’t scare me like that.” I whisper,
“We were admiring art, it’s not my fault you didn’t hear me come in.” she shrugged, and then added, “Why are we whispering?”