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milliways_bar2012-03-19 01:02 pm
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Entry tags:
EP
Clay has settled down on the porch, a lit cigarette between his lips.
His hands are busy carving.
With a pocket knife, he is coaxing a small field mouse out of a piece of wood left over from the chaos and mayhem he narrowly missed.
Occasionally, he looks up from his work, casting a quick look around, eyes narrowed against the smoke.
His door still won't open. And he is hesitant to try too often. You never know when you might be overstepping.
His hands are busy carving.
With a pocket knife, he is coaxing a small field mouse out of a piece of wood left over from the chaos and mayhem he narrowly missed.
Occasionally, he looks up from his work, casting a quick look around, eyes narrowed against the smoke.
His door still won't open. And he is hesitant to try too often. You never know when you might be overstepping.