Cinnamon Swirl - Ties That Bind
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Strange how you know inside me
I measure the time and I stand amazed
Strange how I know inside you
My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze
_____- Vienna Teng “Eric’s Song”
Sethan stopped, hands on his hips, to regard the shaggy back of Kairn’s head a few feet further down the bank.
“I thought I’d find you here,” he said.
With a meek “Oh?” Kairn turned his head, and Sethan caught the ring of purple around his swollen eye.
“Lucky for you I know you better than Kinu does.”
Kairn shot him what might have passed for half a smile and went back to his task, plucking a fat pink worm from his cup and tossing it into the lake. Both boys watched in silence as the wriggling worm hit the water, sending out little ripples as it sank below the surface.
“You know,” said Sethan, as the mouth of a fish crested the spot where the worm had been. “You might catch more fish if you put the worms on a hook.”
Kairn followed his gaze to the pole that lay untouched on the ground and sort of shrugged. Then he tossed another worm after the first. “I didn’t feel like hurting them.”
The fish or the worms, Sethan wondered. “You mind if I join you?” he asked instead.
“Sure,” said Kairn, and there was that weak smile again as he patted the grass beside him. “You never manage to catch anything anyway.”