She looks around the room, scanning to make sure all eyes are off of her.
It’s been bothering her for three weeks, ever since the weather got dry. It sits in the darkness. Patient, waiting.
She raises her hand slowly, slowly, shifting her eyes quickly, just to be sure.
She reaches for it in one brisk movement. The relief is immediate.
She looks up and sees a pair of eyes quickly shift away from hers.
She goes on with her day, just like the others, never discussing what just happened. Never mentioning it again.
The Profound Jock 
Ha! An evil that shall not speak its name, except in the teaser that accompanied your permalink at Two Writing Teachers.
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Hahahahahaha! I love it! Great writing. Great little slice. Too funny.
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hahahah! That’s hilarious. We have all been there!
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wow, very mysterious! I like the visualization that I got when reading it – nicely done š
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