Apr 7, 2019
( @scltbreeze )
eric had the sails of their sailboat folded up. there was no wind to push the boat around anyway, and even if there were, eric would have preferred to just stay still. that was what they were doing right now, lying spread-eagled at the top of the bow. ‘cool’ by the jonas brothers played faintly on a transistor radio.
eric had the sleeve of their jumper covering their hand, their wrist stained with tears, their cheeks stained with tear-tracks. it was one of those days where, for no reason, everything that went wrong, was going wrong, and could go wrong, hit eric all at once. and they were immobilised. so they did what they always did: run away.
“cool...feeling so cool...” they sang along weakly.