don't shoot i'm innocent - drabble!
"Stay close," he whispers.
"And watch out for the steps."
Under my feet, gravel scrunches. Fresh air tickles what isn't hidden by my coat, and I wrap the scarf tighter around me, tighter around my neck. It's cold. November. Night. Easy to get lost in the fog that's clouding most of the river bank. Too easy.
Easy to die.
His steps slow down. He senses my repulsion.
"House? You coming?"
"Yeah."
As soon as I'm close enough to touch, he reaches out and catches my arm. We walk the rest of the way in silence, him still holding onto me.
"And watch out for the steps."
Under my feet, gravel scrunches. Fresh air tickles what isn't hidden by my coat, and I wrap the scarf tighter around me, tighter around my neck. It's cold. November. Night. Easy to get lost in the fog that's clouding most of the river bank. Too easy.
Easy to die.
His steps slow down. He senses my repulsion.
"House? You coming?"
"Yeah."
As soon as I'm close enough to touch, he reaches out and catches my arm. We walk the rest of the way in silence, him still holding onto me.