05-20-2022, 12:25 AM
The world going quiet and still and sleepy. Yes, that was part of what made sunsets so wonderful, wasn't it? Even when the world went dark, it didn't really. The moon kept watch, and if not the moon, the stars. If not the stars, then fireflies. If it was too cold for fireflies, then Mable and her brother made a small fire to keep them warm.
When it was night, it was quiet and beautiful, but not dark. Not if you did it right.
Mable's eyes opened as she and Father Brennan slowed to a stop, and she was greeted by the sight of the hotel they had left a while before. The man's words made her smile - if her brother got back before her, they would know much sooner than walking down the street.
"He would have torn down the entire east half of Whitby before finding us in the river and calming down if he got here before us. A very good thing for everyone that you're so punctual, Father."
She did not want to step away and out of his warmth just yet. Would he walk her inside? Maybe she should offer him some - tea? But Mable didn't have any, and didn't want to ask hotel staff.
Instead, Mable leaned her head against Father Brennan's side, the hat she wore growing askew from the movement. Unconsciously, she squeezed his side tighter before moving her other hand from under his and hugging him properly. She wanted to say something too, a thank you or see you in the morning, but could not find the words.
Purposeful this time, she squeezed the Father again, hoping that would be enough.
When it was night, it was quiet and beautiful, but not dark. Not if you did it right.
Mable's eyes opened as she and Father Brennan slowed to a stop, and she was greeted by the sight of the hotel they had left a while before. The man's words made her smile - if her brother got back before her, they would know much sooner than walking down the street.
"He would have torn down the entire east half of Whitby before finding us in the river and calming down if he got here before us. A very good thing for everyone that you're so punctual, Father."
She did not want to step away and out of his warmth just yet. Would he walk her inside? Maybe she should offer him some - tea? But Mable didn't have any, and didn't want to ask hotel staff.
Instead, Mable leaned her head against Father Brennan's side, the hat she wore growing askew from the movement. Unconsciously, she squeezed his side tighter before moving her other hand from under his and hugging him properly. She wanted to say something too, a thank you or see you in the morning, but could not find the words.
Purposeful this time, she squeezed the Father again, hoping that would be enough.
