Hourglass by Myra McEntire
1. "Please don't misunderstand...I'm only trying to..." With his fingertips still on the edge of the dresser, he closed his eyes, struggling with words.
Seeing an escape, I ducked under his arm. There were some advantages to being short. "Trying to what? Scare me? Piss me off?"
"I didn't mean to do either of those things." He pushed away from the dresser to face me. "I'm so--"
"Stop." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "Whether you meant to or not, you did. And now you should probably go." (p. 74)
2. I flattened myself against the wall until the light went off again, then I took off in the direction of the car, flinging the door open when I reached it.
I let out a scream.
Someone was already sitting there. (p. 138)
Seeing an escape, I ducked under his arm. There were some advantages to being short. "Trying to what? Scare me? Piss me off?"
"I didn't mean to do either of those things." He pushed away from the dresser to face me. "I'm so--"
"Stop." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "Whether you meant to or not, you did. And now you should probably go." (p. 74)
2. I flattened myself against the wall until the light went off again, then I took off in the direction of the car, flinging the door open when I reached it.
I let out a scream.
Someone was already sitting there. (p. 138)
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