OLIVER
There was a reluctancy… but then fresh bread was mentioned. It had been ages since he got some good bread- ever since Amalia moved away he always felt sad. Nobody could bake bread as well, then again, there weren’t many bakers. But… maybe this one was good? And it was free-
With slightly wider eyes, Oliver walks over and plops down before turning to the canine and offering her a nod. ”What stuff did you find? Anything fun?” Objects became lost often and would resurface at the strangest of times. He’d have a broken pocket and there goes a small knife, lost somewhere in the woods waiting for a new owner. Buttons used for mending would be found with a bird who thought it was seed.
”You’re not from here- where are you from?”
With slightly wider eyes, Oliver walks over and plops down before turning to the canine and offering her a nod. ”What stuff did you find? Anything fun?” Objects became lost often and would resurface at the strangest of times. He’d have a broken pocket and there goes a small knife, lost somewhere in the woods waiting for a new owner. Buttons used for mending would be found with a bird who thought it was seed.
”You’re not from here- where are you from?”
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
