Horror Fiction
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 25
For a time, Boda's gaze burned silently within that deep, foul gloom, as it watched the boy working. 'Practicing for what?'
"Oh," returned the boy absently, his face falling instantly flat. "For when I'm not, but I want to seem… surprised!" He made an extremely convincing shocked 'O' of his face. "Or scared!" Now he donned the mask of terror, and seemed genuinely horrified by the sight. "Or angry!" and he transformed into a terrific monster. "Or sorry." He was instantly contrite. "Or confused." He suddenly appeared stunned and overwhelmed.
Boda was impressed. It said so.
"Thank you," gushed Damon. He put on the confused mask, again, highlighting it with a hint of angelic innocence. He mimed, "What? Me? No, not me! I don't know how that got there!"
'Bravo,' encouraged his secret friend, where it boiled giddily in the cavernous depths of the pipes. 'It was a most convincing performance!'
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