the weird chick

Ain’t Nothin

June 14th, 2009

“What is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“So then what is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

Confusion. “What is it?”

“I tell ya, it ain’t nothin’.”

Frustration. “I know it isn’t. What is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

If she hadn’t been so morbidly curious, she may have quit right then. “I know it’s something, but what? Can I see it?” She tried to look around.