and no I don’t mean psalter boy, or do i?…
There is a story to every “one”. There are several in this one.
Welcome to the “schizophrenic” life of
Gavin Stone me. (?)
Gathering himself, he walks up the the stairs and out the heavy wood door. A bright sun shines into his eyes, their dialation quickly coming to end. Stepping out, new life begins.
Cool sweat drips into his eyes, warm tears form, dropping together down his face. The salt stings the skin where he cut himself shaving as he hastened himself to get ready. The salt opens the cut, allowing blood to flow again.
Red drops onto his freshly-pressed white oxford, it is amazing how much blood can escape from such a small lesion.