[PQ] When is a Barn a Home

KILLIAN

After a while of work, the barn was looking pretty ship shape, the walls no longer a dusty rotted color but a clean and fresh one. It warmed up the place, gave it that cheery glow that was always necessary to make a house a home. A smile on his face (as well as a streak of paint that he hadn’t noticed on his hand when he wiped at his cheek), he stood back to look at all he’d accomplished, and at what everyone else had too. For now at least, it was a job well done, and it felt good to have aided in something like this.

Emmet came back in, with a series of nods at all the finished tasks, then told them of his plan for the wooden post. He walked over to take the knife that Emmett held out, chuckling softly and replying playfully, ”Glad I could help! And honestly thank you, didn’t know I was an artist till today.” He crouched down then to carve his name into the top of the post, his tongue pressed against the corner of his mouth as he focused on engraving four crooked letters - K I K I - into the wood.

run for the hills before they burn
listen to the sound of the world
don’t watch it turn