SJ Longthorne

'Fortunately for her, however, she was in the middle of a picnic and had her trusty butter knife at hand.'

‘Her picnic partner — a man called Simon with a dog-eared sort of face — frowned at her, and asked, “What’s that face for? Something around my mouth?”’

She Replied, you forgot the cookies, i really wanted some cookies

’Simon looked at her, unconvinced. “Really? It looked more like you heard something that creeped you out. And you’re gripping that butter knife like, well... the way you’d usually grip your long sword.”’

‘“I thought we were alone.” She muttered, placing the butterknife in an ice pick grip. “And friends don’t tend to sneak up on you quietly.”’

"This friend does!" Jeff bellowed as he emerged from the fog, immediately going in for an uninvited hug.

‘She let her shoulders sag with relief. There were worse things in the fog, she knew. Worse, even, than Jeff.’

"I don't see what all fuss is about, it's just fog". Jeff muttered. Sometimes she wished for Jeff's ignorance. How much easier that would make life.