Genre: slice of life
She hummed as she hung the clothes up to dry. He crept up behind her, light as a feather, silent like a ninja. Without warning, he struck!
A scream cut through the air. The rest of the group rushed over.
What they found was damp clothing thrown everywhere, as if a clothes bomb had exploded where the only female in their group stood. Across from her sprawled their youngest member, half buried under a hill of clothes. A soft drink can rolled on the floor, the shiny surface wet with condensation.
The girl sent them a rueful look.