The remaining cover of Feebz’s hardbound comic book falls off. “Oh no!”
He watches amused as the red line on the robot’s goggle-eye wobbles; her precocious circuits clearly catching on to her distress.
“There goes my fairy tale!” She sits beside him with a huff, her book on her lap.
He reaches out to take it and carefully skims through the paneled pages. “I didn’t know you could read.”
“I couldn’t. But pictures tell the story, see?”
“This ain’t fairy tale, though,” he muses, catching “death” where she’s pointing.
“Well, doesn’t that depend on who’s reading?”
He smiles. “Good point.”
*Inspired by the prompt second time around from The Daily Post.