Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
Sam wasn't sure he wanted his inevitably wonky vase to be remembered, but understanding the spirit of what Amun was saying he obediently continued to work on it, not mentioning the contact as it came and went and working the water into the clay. He found that he actually quite liked the tactile nature of it, how he could be less precise than his usual day to day work required.
The hand on his shoulder was a surprise too (Amun certainly was handsy, wasn't he?) but Sam didn't say anything, stood up and went to look at the wheel, which he had previously not paid too much attention to. He watched as the potter kicked the wheel and the thing began to turn, impressed by the simple but effective mechanics of the whole thing. When it was his turn he sat and while he was a little nervous about doing well, he found himself excited to give it a go.
"Right, so..." Sam kicked the wheel and it began to turn; he found he struggled to maintain a steady speed quite as well as Amun had, but he managed to keep it spinning enough that he was satisfied. "I think I have it. So...what now?"
The hand on his shoulder was a surprise too (Amun certainly was handsy, wasn't he?) but Sam didn't say anything, stood up and went to look at the wheel, which he had previously not paid too much attention to. He watched as the potter kicked the wheel and the thing began to turn, impressed by the simple but effective mechanics of the whole thing. When it was his turn he sat and while he was a little nervous about doing well, he found himself excited to give it a go.
"Right, so..." Sam kicked the wheel and it began to turn; he found he struggled to maintain a steady speed quite as well as Amun had, but he managed to keep it spinning enough that he was satisfied. "I think I have it. So...what now?"
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
