How did you find out?
There we were, Katherine, Reffie and I, laughing hysterically in the hydrangeas. We had no idea how we were going to get home without any clothes, not to mention the fact that we had no idea where in the hell we were. All we did know was that we didn't much care what anyone thought of us anymore.
Maybe it was the anticipated end of this interminable writing challenge that was making us giddy. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to come up with something profound (or even stupid) to say about a prompt thought up by someone you've never even met, day after day after day after day after day?
Just as we were catching our collective breath again, there was a voice from outside the foliage.
"Looking for these?"
Our clothes were being dangled over our heads. Worse, next to our clothes was Axe-Murderer-Fake-Barbie!
Oh, no! It couldn't be! And yet it was...
"How did you find out where I was this time?" I moaned.
To be continued...
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