ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇs 8
The kitchen was impressive, featuring shiny marble counters and dark wooden cabinets. Neatly arranged silverware and elegant dishes adorned the shelves. A sizable island stood in the centre, beneath a grand chandelier. The enticing scent of home-cooked food hinted at a skilled chef's touch. Sandra, leading the way, indicated the various dishes, showcasing a combination of luxury and practicality in the kitchen.
Hmm, I dished out as much as I could, a variety of delicious foods. I think the chef deserves applause, I nodded in agreement with my thoughts. Shoving a fish into my mouth, I heard a shriek. Looking at Sandra, who shook her head, she said, "You could get choked; that fish has a lot of bones."
Aww, I remorsefully found it funny, thinking, "Was she caring for me?" I pondered aloud, "I don't know, maybe you do love me," in a silly way.
"No, I don't. I'm just protecting myself and my family from a monster," Sandra said bluntly.
"Ahhh, is that what you think? Holiday, a monster? Me?" I asked fiercely, feeling my body burn up with rage.
I locked eyes with her, realising she had spoiled my mood and appetite. Fueled by frustration, I unleashed my power, hurling knives in her direction.
The knives sliced through the air, aiming directly at Sandra. As they approached, a tense silence enveloped the room. The blades lodged firmly into the wall, freezing the atmosphere as sandra held her breath.