This is my first short (really short) story for the The Scheherazade Project. The theme was dialog so I wrote this entirely in dialog for fun. I've never done that before. Enjoy.
"Just do it. Get rid of them."
"Look. He's coming back any minute."
"Then you do it."
"You can't have those when he gets back. Toss 'em somewhere. Just get rid of them. He'll never know."
"Can't. I tried that already."
"He caught ya?"
"It was bad. And he knows where to check now."
"Then you've got no choice. Better just do it."
"You're never gonna get out. That's crazy. Just give in."
"I can't. I just can't do it."
"Crap. He's coming. You got to get rid of them and you gotta do it fast. Hurry. Shhh. What are you doing? That's not what I meant. Oh, man, you're dead. You are so dead."
"You're an idiot. You're never gonna get away with it. You think it was bad before."
"I don't care. I'm not going to do it."
"Man. It's that bad?"
"I'll never do it. Never."
"Okay. Um. Let me think."
"You'll help me?"
"I don't know. I'll try. Crap. I just . . . Can you get them back out of there?"
"I . . . no."
"Do you think, if I did it now, it'd be okay?"
"Can't go back now."
"What if . . ."
"Shhh. He won't know."
"Right. I'm outta here."
"Hey . . .!"
"Johnnie? Why are there peas in your pocket?"