The Loch Ness Monster

“Run away while you still can,” I threatened.
“C’mon, Bells! Nessie likes me, too,” he insisted.
I froze. My breathing stopped. Behind me, I heard the lack of sound that was their anxious reaction.
“What… did you call her?”
Jacob took a step farther back, managing to look sheepish. “Well,” he mumbled, “that name you came up with is kind of a mouthful and—”
“You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?” I screeched.
And then I lunged for his throat.



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