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Edge of Thorns - Pt 23Part 23
When I was asking questions, I wanted straight answers. It wouldn't be right for me to not give Avery that same privilege.
The writer swallowed back the knot that had grown in his throat. He had to tell him. "Gabriel is the angel of death," he explained. He watched the teen carefully, wondering how he would take this news, wondering if he should say any more.
Avery stared at him a moment longer before his gaze turned back to Gabriel. It was hard to tell whether the look on his face was fear, sadness, or some mixture, but the angel smiled at him gently. "Your parents," he said softly. "You were only a child when you lost them. You were very close to joining them yourself..." He waited, but Avery was silent. The angel's brows furrowed and he tilted his head. "You're not going to ask me why?"
Avery looked down at his plate and shook his head. "I don't think Death needs a reason. It's your job, right? To take peoples' lives when it's their time to die..."
Edge of Thorns - Pt 22Part 22
I don't want to get the kid's hopes up, but he should at least be comfortable here for the month I have him. If I can, I'll let him stay, and if not... well, maybe I can make better arrangements for him than hiding in his friend's basement.
"Avery," Nathan said, unable to look at him. "After Alton cures you (or whatever), and you don't have to worry about Micah trying to cut off your head, if I've gotten a job and can afford it, you're welcome to stay for the winter." He cringed a little, worried this was going to come back to bite him as he turned to face the teen. "I can't make any promises though."
Avery shrugged again, but nodded. "I understand. I know what it's like, after all. Not being able to afford stuff, I mean."
The conversation had become very awkward very fast, and the writing kick Nathan had been on came to an abrupt halt. He sighed, saving his work and folding his laptop closed. There had to be something he could say to get past the uncomf
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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