“There’s a dead bird,” she said, pointing.
“What?” he asked.
“You got your phone on you? Maybe if you delete the picture of the last one, then you can bring this one back to life.”
“Oh, are you still on about that? That was months ago!”
“There’s no statute of limitations on murder,” she said with a grin. “Besides, I know you didn’t kill this one,” she told him, while poking the tiny body with a stick.
She paused for effect.
“Unless you were sneaking around the woods last night with your digital scythe, that is.”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I’m just going to keep walking. Enjoy your dead little friend.”
“You’re not even going to try?” she called down the trail after him.
“Nope.”
She gave the bird one last good prod, and then dropped the wood. “Goodbye, poor bird, I’m sorry he had to be so cruel. He won’t give you back your life-force,” she pouted outrageously.
“Hurry up,” he yelled back. “I’m thinking about taking a picture of you!”
“You wouldn’t!” she gasped in mock horror.
“I might.”
“Monster!”
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