Theea
At first, I don't realize it’s me being spoken to. I stare down at the floating bread, and I take a moment to mourn the bucket hat half wasted. Bread is just so much more filling than what I’ve got. It starts to drift lazily down the river, a lovely meal for a duck, I’m sure.
And then it starts floating in the air instead of the water.
I blink, and then I do realize that the woman who’d called out had, in fact, been calling to me. I follow the bread up from the water and to her waiting hand, which holds it out for me to see. Looking up further, I’m greeted by warm, sympathetic eyes.
”No,” a laugh a little, ”I think you’re probably right.”
I turn away for half a moment, grabbing the small sack of jerky to shove back in my bag before I rise, slinging it over one shoulder. The invitation lifts my brows, and I cast a look in the direction she’d gestured to, and my stomach rumbles. Again.
I give the woman a smile. ”If you don’t mind the company—thank you.” I slip the strap of my bag back over my other shoulder. I wonder if the baker would take the two apples I’d gotten… bread is just so good. I force myself not to pout at the clump of soggy wheat and flour on the rock, and hold out my hand to the woman. ”I’m Theea.”
And then it starts floating in the air instead of the water.
I blink, and then I do realize that the woman who’d called out had, in fact, been calling to me. I follow the bread up from the water and to her waiting hand, which holds it out for me to see. Looking up further, I’m greeted by warm, sympathetic eyes.
”No,” a laugh a little, ”I think you’re probably right.”
I turn away for half a moment, grabbing the small sack of jerky to shove back in my bag before I rise, slinging it over one shoulder. The invitation lifts my brows, and I cast a look in the direction she’d gestured to, and my stomach rumbles. Again.
I give the woman a smile. ”If you don’t mind the company—thank you.” I slip the strap of my bag back over my other shoulder. I wonder if the baker would take the two apples I’d gotten… bread is just so good. I force myself not to pout at the clump of soggy wheat and flour on the rock, and hold out my hand to the woman. ”I’m Theea.”
cause we waited years and years
just to make it worth the tears
to find out that we're not in this alone
so keep your head up high in these hours of the night
so when atlas drops the world on your shoulders, you still won't fall
