I only watched helplessly as the turquoise vase wobbled off of its shelf, seemingly falling in slow motion until it hit the cold stone, erupting in a firework of glass. He swiveled his head around, eyes widened, pale face, and trembling hands. My hands automatically went up to clasp my mouth, muffling a scream that never came out. He looked at me, and I looked at him. I looked at him, and he looked at me. “Oh, crap,” he turned to me with horror in his eyes at the broken shards scatter across the floor. “We are so dead.” I could not speak, but only shook my head, the only response being the thud of a rock in the back of the dark room.
You know who else was in hot water? Pythias, who had spoken vulgar words about the king behind his
You know who else was in hot water? Pythias, who had spoken vulgar words about the king behind his