Pedro cuts him a sideways look, the bridge of his nose is sunburnt. Fermin thinks that if ever got the courage to reach out and trace his index finger along it, he’d find the skin warm to the touch. He shifts slightly, sits on his hand so he’s not tempted.
“Did you see another one?” Pedro asks, more curious than surprised.
Fermin nods stiffly.
It’s common knowledge around town, that the Acosta boy is small and quiet and the Aldeguer boy can see spirits.
(permin, ghost whisperer au, prequel, 900 words)











