The conversation around the bonfire grew quiet as Ludwig stepped into the circle. The campers scooted back a bit in anticipation to what was about to happen.
Ludwig rubbed his hands together and then began to sign his tale of terror. Some averted their eyes, not wanting to hear about the horrors, but others stared with rapt attention.
Soon Ludwig concluded his tale of woe and the hands of his audience waved back and forth in appreciation, even the monster that was hiding in the tree line. Tonight he would go hungry, because it was that good of a story.
The alarm went off and Deidra wanted to throw her phone through the wall. She figured she had finally fallen asleep like only fifteen fricken minutes ago. The rest of time had been worrying about pretty much every single word she had said on her date with Kevin last night. She replayed the whole conversation over and over, picking at every nuance and possible sarcastic thing that either of them had said. Deidra was normally confident to the point of being cocky, but something about his eyes and easy going swagger really knocked her off her game. As the script unfolded she kept kicking herself for not sounding smart enough, or that she sounded too distant, or she sounded too desperate.
“Is it time to get up?”
She jumped at hearing Kevin’s voice. She looked into those blue eyes and couldn’t help the stupid grin that spring to her face. “Depends. Do you want us to call in?” she said.
“Now that’s an offer I’ll take, but first I need to hit the head.” With that he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, allowing Deidra to appreciate what God gave him.