This choice: Throw it in, she can delay Cora for a couple of seconds. • Go Back...Chapter #7Throw it in, delay Cora by: We Smile   Finally you're able to clear the dust particles away from your face, giving you much needed clean air; though the rest of you still needs a throughout dusting, as each time you pat the dust away it makes you sneeze fervently. But cleaning off in this spot of filth would be a wasted effort; not to mention, staying on the open floor will likely get you stepped on, as the tremors underneath makes you think; so you start to unwind yourself from assorted stuff in the lint.
A twine over your shoulder and untwisting fibers off one of your arms later, you're still tangled from below your waist in the dusty fibers of the lint. Carefully, you start to untwist, unwrap and unravel any fiber left around your being; a frustrating task as some fibers just won't become untangled no matter how much you pull at them, and more so once it gets dark all of a sudden...
Just above you, the sole of a giant foot came down and slammed the floor next to the lint, making the lint and you to tumble away from the impact zone, and giving you a shocking fright out of being close to being crushed underneath your mother's giant friends. Even as it goes away, you're still left motionless due to the shock. You just lay there on the lint completely awestruck, unable to feel or move for nearly half a minute…
…
… Until you snap out and frantically resume your liberation from the binding wrappings of the lint, focusing heavily on your desperate task to the point of ignoring everything else happening above or around you, such as more giants stepping around and their own conversations.
But then you realize horrified that the hold of the remaining wraps happen to be the strongest yet, as soon you find that the fibers that hold one of your legs and part of your torso are threaded in such a way that they form at least two layers of interwoven thread which makes it very difficult to undo. It's wrapped tightly around you, and it won't yield to your efforts; and while that won't stop you from trying, you still won't get much done about it soon.
During your futile attempt to escape your wrappings, another shadow is cast above you, which catches your attention as you look up and expect another giant foot stepping around, hopefully not on you; but what you see instead it’s not a foot. It’s from a giant alright, but it’s a hand what casts its shadow on you, descending quickly with its index and thumb fingers extended towards you.
Startled once more, this time you react in the exact opposite manner, and instead of staring awestruck, you begin to thrash wildly against the lint threads, in hopes that your movement will set loose your body from the lint and doesn’t backfire by tightening its wrapping even more, which would likely result in getting thrown away in a dust pan or thrash can, and that’s only if the fingers don’t crush you when they pick up the lint.
While the wraps still won’t let go of you, the fingers reach down and close in just above you, where the upper part of the index finger digit almost touches your face.
It’s at that moment when you get the idea to use your free arm to reach the giant finger and hit it as hard as you can so whoever grabbed the lint will feel you and thus notice you, without giving as much as a second thought of what will happen after that; so you start pounding against the finger with unrestrained fury.
*THUMP*
*THWACK*
*THUMP*
*THUMP*
After a few hits, there are a few mild movements on behalf of your captor’s hand as the finger is removed from above you and the lint is placed at her palm, leaving you exposed to the light and partially to the face of your captor, whom you have yet to identify from what you can see as she holds her hand closely to her face.
From your viewpoint, her most obvious feature is the all-seeing blue eye that stares judgmentally upon you with apparent difficulty, seeing as her eyelid jitters close as it tries to focus, making her eyelashes seem like black reeds shivering in the breeze, and the eye itself it’s starting to tear from the strain.
As for the other features, you’re too nervous to pay attention away from the eye, and at the same time you figure that this is your best chance to finally get some help! If you can make yourself more obvious to her, then you would get aid from mom and co; maybe not to return you to normal, but at least you would attain some safety. If only they knew…
With your free arm and a renewal feeling, you wave and yell to the curious ocular above while also moving the rest of your body in any way you can, expecting any and all sign of recognition in return.
The eye squints further in response to your movement, as if having difficulty in distinguishing your spasms. Your efforts were wasted it seems, as the eye soon pulls back and the lint holding you is moved away, which lets you see that Tina was the one holding you; which would explain your lack of acknowledgement on behalf of her near-sightedness. Unfortunately for you, that also means…
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Sally wouldn’t deny Tina of any involvement in Cora’s prank; after all, she was the one who told them of her condescension, it was only right that Tina got to add the finishing touch, no matter if it was something so insignificant as a dusty little thread.
“Put it in, quick!”
Sally hushed to her friend, who was left wondering if she should put in the lint or just act inconspicuous while waiting for Cora to come in and try not to giggle as she drank the entire gunk they put into her drink. Tina assumed that Cora would be too busy also feigning innocence to notice at first that there was something afoul going on, and could already imagine the tantrum she would throw once she figured it out.
Swiftly, Tina inserted the lint into the glass, then just as quickly sat down on the couch and adopted the most inconspicuous look she could muster as she heard Sally opening the door and talking to Cora, whose conversation lasted for a while before both friends came back into the living room.
When they entered the living room, Tina noticed that Cora was no longer hiding a smirk, but instead was visibly upset, as her crossed arms and down-looking frown could tell. Surprised by this show of dismay, Tina wondered what had happened to put her in such a mood; question that the others were vocally asking.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Cora responded coyly, her voice low in volume and a slight cringe in her tone. Evasively, she avoided eye contact with the other girls, and instead directed her look to the table, watching abstractly as she focused on her thoughts.
The others, safe for Sally, were perplexed by Cora’s recent change in her attitude. Had something awful had happened and the call she just received were just the bad news? That was the first question that nearly everyone was asking herself; followed by some with “Is she going to fall for it?”, with their curiosity only bested by their anticipation. Indeed, those that could barely hold their anticipation, despite their sympathy, or lack thereof, were about to offer her the tainted drink…
“I need a drink.” Cora exclaimed as she reached for one of the glasses laid out on a metallic tray on the table, causing some of the present to look down or distracted and feigning concern or plain indifference to avoid raising her awareness; which did not help nor obstruct them as Cora was too lost in her thoughts to even care about. But before she grabbed the glass, Sally interjected.
“Here, have this one, it’s the coldest.”
Sally spun the tray, putting another glass into Cora’s reach, and true to her word, it felt very icy in her grasp once Cora took it from the tray. She thanked her friend before taking a small sip of the glass, seemingly too concerned to follow with a quip. Sally meanwhile, took for herself the glass that Cora was first going to take, though she only held it in her hand as she watched Cora drink in angst.
An awkward silence followed, in the which most gazes switched back and forth between Cora, whose own stare was lost in her thoughts, and Sally, who was shifting her own between her worried friend and making eye signs to the others. The silence lasted until Tina finally spoke to change the subject, and others soon followed in her conversation, alleviating some of the present tension.
Everyone but Cora soon grabbed their own drinks as their talk went on, while Cora’s glass soon emptied and her look stood undisturbed over the course of the conversation. As the talk went on, all tension seemed to vanish once Sally and even Cora eventually joined in, if only for a short while as soon Cora asked Sally to accompany her back to her home to pick up a few things.
Sally accepted, and she and Cora excused themselves from the group, telling the others that they would be back soon as Cora’s apartment building was some blocks away; in the meanwhile, Tina suggested that the group could pass the time with a movie from Sally’s collection, which no one protested, and so Cora went to wait Sally at her car while she helped the staying friends to select from her movie collection.
Setting her still full glass on a small table beside the TV, Sally opened the door of a big wooden cabinet, revealing row after row of various movies that Sally had enjoyed over the years organized neatly in the cabinet shelves, which provoked a few amazed gasps from her friends. Once her friends had examined the collection and picked a film that everyone agreed on, Sally put it in her old player, which she still used with regularity, and after handing over the remotes for both the TV and the player to Emily, Sally excused herself out.
Before leaving, as she was halfway to the door, Sally heard someone calling her just behind, then a touch at her shoulder. She turned around; quick to attend her caller so Cora wouldn’t wait too long on her, to see…
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