Alana and Marc woke up. They hadn’t spent the night together in a while. The two of them smiled and ran to the shower. Marc ran down to get bagels, while Alana was affixing her black eyeliner.
As they dined on their breakfast, they heard noises. All of a sudden a cannonball sized raisin smashed through the kitchen window. They knew Anat would rise up again. They only wished Alana’s commanding defeat of her in the hospital would silence her.
The two looked at each other and raced to the door. They saw her stomping down the street. They went outside and started pelting her with all they had — Wine, figs, barley, apples and monster-sized pomegranates.
She hit back with humongous raisins. Her adrenaline was out of control. She knocked the two of them down. They stayed in each other’s arms on the concrete for what seemed like forever. Anat came right up to them and went for the kill.
She pelted and pelted them with dried fruit. Neither moved. She bent down and was ready to unload. The Marc and Alana rolled over. All of a sudden the air was full raining wine, pomegranates, figs,
and barley. It was coming down like the plagues. Anat didn’t expect this. She went down. The other two just laid on the ground and smiled.
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