They stood on the trampoline; he laid his hands on the shoulders of the boy, and began to make the boy and himself bound, more and more slowly and forcefully, and he chanted invented words of an Arabic style. As they landed over and over the rolling ripple down his clothes changed them from suit to suit – not the intended power, but curious. He flicks small spiders from their thread in the muddy hollow copse.

2023/03/17 #DailyWrittenOOM