Everest
Like someone who has been given all the theoretical knowledge of a subject but exactly none of the practical know-how, the boy opens and closes his mouth several times, before reaching up his fingers to poke at his teeth. He's never felt them before, nor his tongue—not like this anyway—and though he doesn't know how he knows it, innately he understands that this is going to take more practice than the present moment affords.
Looking between faces he knows so well and yet is seeing for the first time, Everest slumps down into a seating position like a toddler who has decided he's done with practice-walking for the day. Then, with a stroke of brilliance, he points down at one of his feet where there's a birthmark on the top of one of his toes.
Looking between faces he knows so well and yet is seeing for the first time, Everest slumps down into a seating position like a toddler who has decided he's done with practice-walking for the day. Then, with a stroke of brilliance, he points down at one of his feet where there's a birthmark on the top of one of his toes.
