[ Caleb was afraid too, at first, afraid to see that she is just like him. Afraid to know that she is anything but. The language of fear comes in the form of the normal and mundane, skewed. There is something skewed about her, off-center, punctuated by her response to his question. ]
I have no cities.
[ A non sequitur.
She gestures with her hand for him to come over, stepping back from the table to show him what she sketched out upon the surface with just the tip of her finger and a layer of dust: the silver fox head made large, with each etching precisely where it should be. ]
no subject
I have no cities.
[ A non sequitur.
She gestures with her hand for him to come over, stepping back from the table to show him what she sketched out upon the surface with just the tip of her finger and a layer of dust: the silver fox head made large, with each etching precisely where it should be. ]
Do you feel safer with this here?