Sam notices things better than people give him credit for. Sometimes he lays down on the wooden deck outside and pretends to sleep, and every so often he notices a flash of a coat or the flutter of wings when he watches out from under long shaggy bangs. It's a curious thing. He thinks he's heard that hushed sound of bird wings before. Maybe.
Today he feels it. Sometimes he feels things he doesn't understand, but he doesn't say anything because the adults will just say it's make-believe, and he doesn't need someone else telling him it's all just made up, like with the black-eyes, like with the bright lights. He curls up a little, sitting indian-style with his action figures held protectively to his chest (he'll protect his family this time) and glances around the yard.
"Becky says she hangs up angels in the house because they watch over people. Is that you?"
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Date: 2014-05-16 01:57 am (UTC)Today he feels it. Sometimes he feels things he doesn't understand, but he doesn't say anything because the adults will just say it's make-believe, and he doesn't need someone else telling him it's all just made up, like with the black-eyes, like with the bright lights. He curls up a little, sitting indian-style with his action figures held protectively to his chest (he'll protect his family this time) and glances around the yard.
"Becky says she hangs up angels in the house because they watch over people. Is that you?"
He's not making things up. It's not make-believe.