He was always just there at the edge of her perception.
It should be impossible. Rockhouse had turned Brushy to stone, and as far as she or anybody else was aware, he was quite literally stone dead. And yet...
And yet today as she played her set on the corner, she had seen him passing by across the street. She had seen him on the train, she'd seen him in the convenience store, she was watching him now as he ducked into an alley just as twilight was fading into dark. She knew what would come next and she stood and watched as a shape shot up toward the sky and flashed across the moon.
Her eyes blurred with tears. "Brushy, you get the fuck back here!"
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Date: 2017-07-19 03:02 am (UTC)It should be impossible. Rockhouse had turned Brushy to stone, and as far as she or anybody else was aware, he was quite literally stone dead. And yet...
And yet today as she played her set on the corner, she had seen him passing by across the street. She had seen him on the train, she'd seen him in the convenience store, she was watching him now as he ducked into an alley just as twilight was fading into dark. She knew what would come next and she stood and watched as a shape shot up toward the sky and flashed across the moon.
Her eyes blurred with tears. "Brushy, you get the fuck back here!"