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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 10Part 10
This isn't an emergency, so I should just call one of them.
"Maybe I can figure them out." Nathan stood. "I'll be right back. I'm going down to the lobby so I can call Micah, see if he can give me the names."
"Micah?" The teen looked at him skeptically. "You know, it's still kind of weird that he's, you know, on our side now."
Nathan had just reached to door and looked back at him. "What do you mean?"
"Well, he was trying to kill Avery last month, and he shot me this month."
"You tried to beat me to death with a garden hoe."
"You pissed me off. And I was possessed by Wrath."
"Anyway," Nathan prompted before that went any further. "Your point?"
"My point is... well, it just feels weird that he's not, you know, hunting the Sins anymore. He made his point pretty clear that he'd rather kill host and Sin together if he couldn't kill the Sin alone, and given how... complicated separating Sin from host can be..." Wren trailed off, not even realizing he'd br
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 6Part 6
She really shouldn't be sleeping out here on the steps, and I wonder why she is...
He watched her for a moment, looking to see if any of the apartments nearby had their doors ajar, or any other indication that she wasn't out here alone, but it didn't take long for him to realize they were the only ones there. Nathan looked at the child again. She seemed so peaceful, but he felt bad just leaving her there alone. Gently, he touched her shoulder and gave it a light shake.
The girl drew a deep breath and brushed his hand away, but otherwise didn't stir. Nathan sighed. Maybe he should just leave her alone. He was about to stand and go on his way when she moved again, this time stretching her arms and rubbing her face. Nathan backed up still to give her space, and when the child opened her eyes and looked over at him, he smiled. "Hey..."
But the little girl didn't give him a chance to ask any questions, her green eyes widening as she scrambled to her feet. She rushed the
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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