𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 (𝓜𝓮)

Patrick stares down at the message, gives it a squint.

     Patrick returns the stare, a look of disgust overcoming his features when the other placed his hands on his face. He grimaces, a snarl forming on his features that he just barely holds back.

     Hands lift to rest over top of the other’s, intertwining their fingers as he roughly yanks them off of his person. Features shift to one of being unimpressed, leaning away from HABIT.

There’s a withering look, directed in the other’s direction.

SHE doesn’t even  HESITATE  to pick up another rock and throw that one at him too.

     There’s a pause as he lets the other rock pelt against his chest. A slight frown pulling at the corner of his lips.

obviously

He places a hand over his heart, mock hurt on his face.

“ You tryin’ to break my bones, kiddo? ”

     Leaves sway and fall. A breeze through open curtains.

The little hand doesn’t move.

     Frost settles like morning dew, a fog spread over the earth and clinging low to the soil. Aware. Subservient. Knows the place of the master.

The big hand doesn’t move.

     A snapping of twigs, a tree branch bows to the weight. A shift in the distance of foliage and green. Of black and red and deep dead brown. A presence not seen but felt. The breeze quiets down.

     Nature knows its place.

     Do you?

     Do you?

DO YOU?

      The crunch of leaves since fallen, trampled to the ground beneath dirty dirty (souls).

Smooch