that blue, blue sky

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

When his voice came, it was nothing but gentle and sincere – an entirely different tone then she had ever heard coming from the lips of any man. She didn’t look to him, instead closing her eyes and listening to his words, letting that deep and placid voice sink into every pore. When she finally opened her crimson eyes, she rolled her head, letting her gaze fall back on the steel colored boy. She offered a warm smile, never having experienced a situation like this before.



She mimicked his earlier action and plucked a fern from the ground surrounding them. She twirled it between her slender fingers before she gently began plucking away its leaves. When she had first spoken to DaVinci, she was like this whole fern lying in her palm. But after revealing her life, she felt just like that discarded stem that the boy had easily peeled to nothing. Ryan didn’t necessarily think that that was a bad thing.



"So," she breathed, watching her hands as the leaves began to drift to the fur of her thighs, disappearing in the fabric of her dress, and even fluttering towards the steel fur of her companion. "What happens next, DaVinci?" She thought that she meant it in general terms; as in, what would they do next? But really, it could have been more. She supposed she would let him decide what she wanted to hear from him.

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