He was born on Christmas Eve, an irony of sorts.
This was not my idea of a miracle birth, and yet…
THIS IS YOUR FAULT! All of it.
You know how they say ‘the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,’ all that cliche bullshit? Well it’s true. It’s true.
We’re pacing through the half-arsed dark, and though he keeps lagging behind, it’s obvious who has the sprightlier step. Which is impressive, considering the state he was in the last time I saw him.
His eyes prickled and he found himself sniffing involuntarily. He rubbed the back of his arm across his nose as he snorted, looking up at her.
She says that they are all coming back.