Theea
I snort a little bit of a laugh and nod. “The correct amount of limbs is certainly a plus, regardless of condition.” Then the cart jumps particularly hard over a rough patch, and the back of my head thunks against the wall of the cart. ”Ouch,” I complain, rubbing the back of my head with a frown while I hang onto the crate beside me.
Once it evens out a little more, Nikki is able to respond to my question. I look back to where we came from, to where one of the women who had a hand in raising him was laid to rest. I’m glad I helped light candles. I look back at the mention of an apprenticeship, tilting my head. ”What’d you learn to do?”
And then the conversation turns toward me. Sometimes I share a little too much, but when people are actually listening, it’s uncomfortable. Too long hiding, I think. I feel something gutter a little bit inside, like a candle nearly blown out. I still manage a smile. ”My mom and dad. When I was four we left the Hallowed Grounds and rarely stopped moving. It was just the three of us, a couple unicorns, and a really drunk spider.” My smile flashes wider for a second. I miss that little spider.
But my smile tempers a little, until it fades, and I fiddle with the ends of my sleeves. ”Up until a few years ago. Then, yeah. It was just the two of us.”
Once it evens out a little more, Nikki is able to respond to my question. I look back to where we came from, to where one of the women who had a hand in raising him was laid to rest. I’m glad I helped light candles. I look back at the mention of an apprenticeship, tilting my head. ”What’d you learn to do?”
And then the conversation turns toward me. Sometimes I share a little too much, but when people are actually listening, it’s uncomfortable. Too long hiding, I think. I feel something gutter a little bit inside, like a candle nearly blown out. I still manage a smile. ”My mom and dad. When I was four we left the Hallowed Grounds and rarely stopped moving. It was just the three of us, a couple unicorns, and a really drunk spider.” My smile flashes wider for a second. I miss that little spider.
But my smile tempers a little, until it fades, and I fiddle with the ends of my sleeves. ”Up until a few years ago. Then, yeah. It was just the two of us.”
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
