Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

"Don't get cut!" she announced sternly while eyeing his actions out of the corner of her right eye. "I've got my good eye on you," she warned, shifting her stance to maintain a better view of her sudden opponent. Cinco pondered ways to escape having to explain this to anyone. Red covered everything around the two, an aerial view giving the appearance that they were enveloped by a crude figure eight.

“Every chance I get, you’re . . . how ever do you manage to involve yourself so intricately in the business of keeping me from minding mine?”

“Your business?” Frustrated, Zephyr issues a hard eye roll as Cinco tries desperately to free himself from the tangle she successfully applied. “You're the one who insists on followin' me out here! You were not invited, you are never welcome, but you keep on showing up. I'm tired of you!!!”

“I’ve got just as much right to be here as you!” Zeph and Cinc stare each other down, awkwardly silent. “This is all part of my plan.”

"Really?” The blood vessels in Zephyr’s temples visibly pulse as she continues. “So your plan was to sneak up on me while I had my headphones on, only to get chased, fall, knock over a bucket of dang near rotten cranberries while attempting to tickle-wrestle me, to next get sprayed with mace and beat up by a woman half your size - if that - and end up hog tied with two old jump ropes writhing in pain? Ok."

“I love you, Zephie,” Cinco whispered almost inaudibly.

“You ought ta’ be shot and pooped on!” Despite her tone, Zephyr softens, slightly. “Are you gonna take me home, Z?” “Yeah, Cinc, why not. But you’re riding in the boot. Let's go.”