tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
He shifts back from the big bear to the big boy, the long fur fading away into that same bright smile. Whatever possessed you to ask about his dad you don't know- it doesn't seem like a wound you have any right to dig into, but here you are, getting your fingers dirty.
Drawing to a stop at the bank of the river, you wipe an arm across your brow before settling in to work. "Here- stack 'em three deep and two high," you instruct, demonstrating the technique (lol as if) for Felix to emulate. "They don' go right along the bank 'cus we don' want 'em t'fall in. 'S like makin' an extra bank, basically."
You move a few more sandbags before digging back into the wound. "Yer da... you do much with him when you were little? Before... this?" Gesturing to the largeness of the two-year-old-turned-sixteen, you let this be self-explanatory.
Drawing to a stop at the bank of the river, you wipe an arm across your brow before settling in to work. "Here- stack 'em three deep and two high," you instruct, demonstrating the technique (lol as if) for Felix to emulate. "They don' go right along the bank 'cus we don' want 'em t'fall in. 'S like makin' an extra bank, basically."
You move a few more sandbags before digging back into the wound. "Yer da... you do much with him when you were little? Before... this?" Gesturing to the largeness of the two-year-old-turned-sixteen, you let this be self-explanatory.
ZEPHYR
