Friday, 15 December 2006
On a set of steps, inside an unfinished building, a rugged young man leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. A vibrant sunbeam flooded through the open roof, giving him an angelic appearance. So deep his thoughts, they appeared to draw him into a world forbidden to all but him. A flicker, a promise of a smile, softened one corner of his lips and sparkle lit his eyes. Then as sudden as they happened, they disappeared. He leaned back, breaking the moment, lifted his cap and ran his fingers through his thick curly hair. The moment fled. The spell broke. He reached for a hammer as if his secret retreat never took place.
Posted by Storyteller at 4:23 pm