Jan 23, 2018
Escape Game
@mellifluencex
Hawke peered through the glass of a claw machine, his eyes scanning its contents and his patience growing thinner as time passed by. There were all sorts of prizes stored from plush animals to knock off gadgets, but they weren’t the ones he wanted. Suddenly there was a rustle amongst the prizes that made his eyes shot up. There it is, he whispered.
At the same time, he reached back to grab the unsuspecting pedestrian who was unlucky enough to walk by behind him.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt your walk, but could you help me get my dog out? Cheeky bastard won’t get out on his own.” His remark gained a small yap from inside the machine.