Fiction: Study Break (381 words)

08 Mar

She smiled at him from the doorway, and he tried to ignore her, but the turns at the side of his mouth told her all too clearly that he could see her.  She smiled even wider.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said softly, without looking away from his papers.

“You love me,” she responded.

“I’m trying to study here.” He responded, finally putting down his notes.

“You’ve been studying all day.  If you keep at it, you’re just going to hurt yourself.  The brain is a muscle and if you overwork it you’ll strain it.” She finally stepped into the room. He could see she was dressed to be as distracting as possible. She’d clearly thought this through.

“I’m pretty sure the brain is an organ.” He said, pointing randomly at his notes, even though he knew there was nothing about the brain on the top pages.


“So, your analogy doesn’t make any sense.”

She gave a little huff and went to stand on the other side of his desk, bending down to be at his eye level. “You knew what I meant didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”  He rubbed at his eyes tiredly. “I guess I should take a little break, huh?”

She straightened again, pressing the button on the side of her watch.  “You’ve been at that desk for five hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-seven seconds. Yeah, probably time for a break.”

“I have not.” He said quickly, reaching a hand around her wrist and angling it so he could read her watch.  “Five hours, twenty-eight minutes, and forty-seven seconds.” He repeated with a sigh. “Well, no wonder my head feels like it’s turned to mush.”

“No wonder,” she echoed, crossing around to his side of the desk.

“Alright, Study break.” He grinned, pulling her down gently to sit his lap with a cheeky grin.

“A long study break?” She encouraged.

“I don’t know. I have a lot to learn.”

“Five hours, twenty-eight minutes, and forty-seven seconds,” she said once more.   He gave her a little smile, rolled his eyes, and then nodded in agreement.  He let go of her waist so that she could stand up again, pulling him out of his chair by the front of his shirt and leading him out of the study.

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