Isla
Isla has to shift a bit closer so they can play, and she peeks over at the six blank lines he draws out, her pebble blues narrowing in concentration. His energy is infectious, and she’s grinning as well as she makes her first guess. As it turns out, Cal has chosen a difficult first word for the game, and his hangman’s noose will only be a short an arm and a leg before the medic finally gets it. “Fiddle!” she announces, sitting up and grinning across at him.
”Whatever made you choose that as your first word?” There’s both pride and exasperation in her voice, and she has to resist the urge to reach across and punch him in the arm, only because there isn’t actually one to punch. “Alright, alright. My turn. Since you aren’t going easy, neither will I.” Reaching to grab another pencil, Isla moves to draw out seven spaces where letters might be.
”Whatever made you choose that as your first word?” There’s both pride and exasperation in her voice, and she has to resist the urge to reach across and punch him in the arm, only because there isn’t actually one to punch. “Alright, alright. My turn. Since you aren’t going easy, neither will I.” Reaching to grab another pencil, Isla moves to draw out seven spaces where letters might be.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
