The shop was warm, it called to him.
Setting up the fire was a longer process than usual. His hands moved slow, not meticulously but as if he was constantly being distracted by small little details that would be ultimately unimportant.
It took maybe three times as long to set it up, what once was an act of habit turned into an impossibly hard task that felt like it took an eternity to complete.
Setting in next to the fire Oliver found himself laying down nearby, his back to the flame. Eyes were shut and he was simply basking in the warmth. Should anyone come inside, he may even look dead. His face gaunt from not eating nearly enough, hair caked in sweat and even mud. His outfit hadn't been changed in days and even had some tears and rips in it from rough days. Overall, he looked and felt like absolute shit, but the idea of doing anything never crossed his mind.
FIN
Setting up the fire was a longer process than usual. His hands moved slow, not meticulously but as if he was constantly being distracted by small little details that would be ultimately unimportant.
It took maybe three times as long to set it up, what once was an act of habit turned into an impossibly hard task that felt like it took an eternity to complete.
Setting in next to the fire Oliver found himself laying down nearby, his back to the flame. Eyes were shut and he was simply basking in the warmth. Should anyone come inside, he may even look dead. His face gaunt from not eating nearly enough, hair caked in sweat and even mud. His outfit hadn't been changed in days and even had some tears and rips in it from rough days. Overall, he looked and felt like absolute shit, but the idea of doing anything never crossed his mind.
FIN
and my hopes they are high I must keep them small
Oliver
