PROMPT : BLAMING
Karou sighed, tucking a sliver of red hair behind one heavily bejeweled ear. “It’s not that I’m blaming you or anything, Kreech—it’s just that—well, there’s some things I can’t explain and I really don’t think you know what’s going on here.”
“I can’t know if you don’t tell me,” Kreech growled. “You expect me to be like, a mind reader. I’m not a freaking mind reader, Karou. If you want me to keep spotting for you in these stupid, reckless stunts, then you’re going to have to screw your head on really straight. I want more out of my life. I don’t want to sit around and wait on you.”
She stomped off, leaving the surprised stuntman gaping after her.
He stood there, long after she’d vanished, his helmet curled under his left arm and his health waiver clenched in his right. Kreech had always been his best spotter, but he’d grown used to her amazing, almost telepathic fusion with him. She always knew how to make his stunts better. She always knew how to corral his team. She always knew how to land the important spots they needed.
She was pure gold.
And he’d just blamed her for a fourteen million Rankhn deal gone wrong.
He cringed inward and outward.
Right.
There wasn’t any way to remedy this.
There never would be.
(c) S. Harricharan