Hurting for a Heart to Heart
WHO: Kirklands Big and Small
WHEN: June the sixth, early evening
WHERE: John's Flat
WHAT: Say what you need to say. Peter needs to talk.
6:05 on the coffee maker and John was just about ready to internally com-bust.
He liked to think life was a massive Surprise. Stood to reason, then, that it would be teeming with small bursts of shock both pleasant and distressing. Happened on-camera, on the road, at home. Anytime, anywhere. Anything, anyone.
It had simply never occurred to him that he would ever be 'surprised' as he was by a message left on his cellphone by a one Peter Kirkland. The return call had been brief, a bit awkward- stilting affirmations before an equally as unnerving goodbye. An honest, normal request to talk by anyone else's standard was incredibly offset by the fact that for as long as John had resided in Liberty, Peter's inclination to contact him had been consistently absent.
The brew burbled at him irritably. He smacked it off with a tight knuckled fist. Watched Penny scurry past the kitchen's entrance, her tiny clawed feet clicking lightly on the tile.
Would the kid be distressed by a small house-trained bird? It was the least intimidating of the creatures that currently resided within the depths of his home. With Loto gone off to stitch many a side with laughter and Jared carried off to sweet, sweet Nietzche at the library, it was just the two of them waiting for a knock on the door.
John leaned on the counter, slid the pot from its holder and absently swirled the liquid about.
"Odd day..."
WHEN: June the sixth, early evening
WHERE: John's Flat
WHAT: Say what you need to say. Peter needs to talk.
6:05 on the coffee maker and John was just about ready to internally com-bust.
He liked to think life was a massive Surprise. Stood to reason, then, that it would be teeming with small bursts of shock both pleasant and distressing. Happened on-camera, on the road, at home. Anytime, anywhere. Anything, anyone.
It had simply never occurred to him that he would ever be 'surprised' as he was by a message left on his cellphone by a one Peter Kirkland. The return call had been brief, a bit awkward- stilting affirmations before an equally as unnerving goodbye. An honest, normal request to talk by anyone else's standard was incredibly offset by the fact that for as long as John had resided in Liberty, Peter's inclination to contact him had been consistently absent.
The brew burbled at him irritably. He smacked it off with a tight knuckled fist. Watched Penny scurry past the kitchen's entrance, her tiny clawed feet clicking lightly on the tile.
Would the kid be distressed by a small house-trained bird? It was the least intimidating of the creatures that currently resided within the depths of his home. With Loto gone off to stitch many a side with laughter and Jared carried off to sweet, sweet Nietzche at the library, it was just the two of them waiting for a knock on the door.
John leaned on the counter, slid the pot from its holder and absently swirled the liquid about.
"Odd day..."