Bubblegum sat, legs up, with her right leg bent slightly at the knee and crossed over her left, on the sofa in the lounge, absentmindedly flicking through the pages of the latest copy of her favourite gossip magazine, neither reading words or looking at pictures, whilst at the same time blowing huge bubbles with her regular cherry-flavoured bubblegum, bursting them, chewing once more, and then repeating the progress.
Moonbeam walked into the room, dressed in a tight-fitting vest top and shorts, hot and sweaty after his daily fifteen-mile run, and plonked himself down on the sofa, almost on Bubblegum’s legs.
“Watch it sunshine…” Bubblegum snapped, closing the magazine and throwing it onto the coffee table next to the sofa behind her, “if just one droplet of your wetness touches me, you’ll be finding something extra special ground up in one of your teas.”
Moonbeam stood and moved over to the chair opposite, “you’re a bit grumpy today B, what’s wr…” he couldn’t finish speaking as Bubblegum huffed loudly, grabbed her magazine and stormed out of the room without uttering another word.
Matthew Mist faded into view on the part of the sofa Moonbeam had just been sitting, and smiled at Moonbeam, “I don’t mind the wet,” he said as his smile became a smirk, “but don’t mind me – you can sit in me any time!”
“That is gross…” Moonbeam screwed his face, “and I don’t even want to know what you were doing there… but aside from that, I saw something very interesting at the bank earlier, as I took a quick detour and ran across the road just up the street from it; Jordan and Ellova were there, talking to a policeman; I think they’re up to something…”
‘Witness’ has been written for Six Sentence Stories, where the prompt word this week is ‘Detour’.