When Ezra arrives, he'll find Paul cross-legged on the sand between two piles of driftwood. One is raw, a collection of scavenged sea-worn wood stacked up in a rough pyramid. The other is a much more orderly stack whittled down into approximate stakes, sharpened at both ends. Wood shavings litter the sand in front of Paul as he hews away at a piece in the process of transferring from one pile to the other, his face blank and his wood-carving knife quick.
He raises his hand to Ezra in greeting with the knife still it in when Paul spots him, and it glints in the thin light.
no subject
I'm always having dreams.Yes.
I'll be waiting.
After all: he's already there.
When Ezra arrives, he'll find Paul cross-legged on the sand between two piles of driftwood. One is raw, a collection of scavenged sea-worn wood stacked up in a rough pyramid. The other is a much more orderly stack whittled down into approximate stakes, sharpened at both ends. Wood shavings litter the sand in front of Paul as he hews away at a piece in the process of transferring from one pile to the other, his face blank and his wood-carving knife quick.
He raises his hand to Ezra in greeting with the knife still it in when Paul spots him, and it glints in the thin light.