Walking in the Dark

This conversation occurred one night while my fiance and I were going for a walk down my road. It was dark, so we had taken flashlights with us. I must admit that sometimes I get scared a little too easily, but he always manages to make me feel better.

“Heh! What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That noise!”

“What noise?”

I tried to grab his flashlight to shine it around and give me a better feel of my surroundings. I’ve walked this road a million times, but it’s really scary in the dark.

“You really didn’t hear that scraping noise?”

“Babe, it was just a stick.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It sounded just like a stick.”

“Maybe it was an animal…” -he shot me an incredulous look- “that’s shaped like a stick?” I tried to amend.

“Yeah, okay. Or maybe it’s an animal with a peg leg. It got into some sort of accident and someone took it to the vet and the vet gave it a peg leg to walk around on.”

I couldn’t help herself, I started to laugh. The stuff that he comes up with…

“Or maybe it has some sort of stick replacing its tail,” he said. “It wasn’t really necessary; more of a cosmetic surgery. It just didn’t feel like a real animal without a tail.”

“You are such an idiot,” I had somehow managed  to say between giggles. “But thank you for making me feel better.”

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One thought on “Walking in the Dark

  1. This is too funny, I can only imagine these events unfolding and the initial noise that started this conversation. Of course I was there, so I should be able to imagine them. I’m glad that I can ease your fears in such a “scary” place as a dark, country road on a windy night.

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