Skating Over the Line
““Can I help you up?”
“It’s the least you can do, since you knocked me over.” I took his hand. Clayton yanked me upright and almost dislocated my arm in the process. Ow. The man packed a wallop. So did his bear.
I sneezed.
“Are you okay?” Clayton’s smile dimmed.
“Dust,” I said between two more sneezes. I was coated in it. The bear must have been collecting the stuff for years. He had just been waiting to transfer it to some unsuspecting stranger.
My eyes narrowed as I took in Clayton’s perfectly... pressed khaki pants and powder blue polo shirt. Not a speck of dust in sight.
“You’re clean,” I said, a decided edge to my voice.
He gave me a crooked, slightly baffled smile. “Thank you.”
“Why are you clean?” I demanded. “I look like Pig Pen, and you are—” A girly sneeze ruined my diatribe.
Still, Clayton got the point. “I kept my distance while moving the thing,” he explained. “Once I got it to the stairs, I decided to let it find its own way down.”MoreLess
“It’s the least you can do, since you knocked me over.” I took his hand. Clayton yanked me upright and almost dislocated my arm in the process. Ow. The man packed a wallop. So did his bear.
I sneezed.
“Are you okay?” Clayton’s smile dimmed.
“Dust,” I said between two more sneezes. I was coated in it. The bear must have been collecting the stuff for years. He had just been waiting to transfer it to some unsuspecting stranger.
My eyes narrowed as I took in Clayton’s perfectly... pressed khaki pants and powder blue polo shirt. Not a speck of dust in sight.
“You’re clean,” I said, a decided edge to my voice.
He gave me a crooked, slightly baffled smile. “Thank you.”
“Why are you clean?” I demanded. “I look like Pig Pen, and you are—” A girly sneeze ruined my diatribe.
Still, Clayton got the point. “I kept my distance while moving the thing,” he explained. “Once I got it to the stairs, I decided to let it find its own way down.”MoreLess
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