DEIMOS
For half a moment, Deimos wondered where Harper’s ignorance stemmed from – perhaps burying his head in the sand, or contemplating other ventures, other notions, beyond the one staring them all in the face. Perhaps it was a sort of reprieve, without the daunting notions of pending things – enviable, maybe, to a certain extent. So he withheld any further judgement, obliging the statement with a vague snort, insinuating nothing.
“Doubt it,” he murmured, though he’d heard the remark before. Often, the only canvas he’d worked with had been battlefields. “But thank you just the same.”
In the end, they’d have completed the panes, hastening the windows shut to keep the birds aloft and out, and the beauty to remain amongst and amidst the lighthouse.
{FIN}
“Doubt it,” he murmured, though he’d heard the remark before. Often, the only canvas he’d worked with had been battlefields. “But thank you just the same.”
In the end, they’d have completed the panes, hastening the windows shut to keep the birds aloft and out, and the beauty to remain amongst and amidst the lighthouse.
{FIN}
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
