Despite his father’s jocular notions about his hair, the child persisted, sticking his nose upwards as if greatly offended by the mere thought of brushing out the locks. But then his turn came up, and the mulishness turned into enthusiastic glee, snagging at the pole with a swift “Thank you!” and tugging before the worker could get behind the wavy, watery curtains.
He pulled with all his great childish might, waiting for the wonderful interim of a prize dangling on the end of his line. Before long, the person in the booth shouted “Got a big one!” and Erebos grinned, hopeful and resplendent – mouth agape as the reveal came upon his reel –
“Oooh, a glow stick!” he screeched with delight – eyes wide and snagging at the eerie, greenish hue of the prize, shaped not unlike a ghostly little bunny.
He pulled with all his great childish might, waiting for the wonderful interim of a prize dangling on the end of his line. Before long, the person in the booth shouted “Got a big one!” and Erebos grinned, hopeful and resplendent – mouth agape as the reveal came upon his reel –
“Oooh, a glow stick!” he screeched with delight – eyes wide and snagging at the eerie, greenish hue of the prize, shaped not unlike a ghostly little bunny.
erebos
and then we dream so much
