A painting inspired by the beautiful story, Okukweka N'Okunoonya by Project7723 (@2nd-massachusetts)
Carter doesn't stir even as Peter skids to a halt at his side and rolls him over, catching him up against him, sweeping the soaked hair from his pale forehead and tapping his face, yelling in it. His eyes are half-lidded and motionless, lifeless as marbles. Were it not for the strong and steady throb of the boy's carotid pulse where Peter's thumb rests, he would fear him dead. When Peter shakes him gently—instinct; he catches himself nearly as soon as he starts—Carter's lids finally slide fully shut and a stone sinks slow and heavy in Peter's gut.


















