Between rocks and tangled webs
Time moved on, as is the nature of time. Now, the rock face she was looking at was in a different league from the ones she was used to. It was not the sort of rock face she ever fancied climbing; any lump of rock that rose upwards out of her field vision was a lump of rock that was way too big for its own good, so Abbey sat on a small rock of a size that knew its place in the world and stared instead at a little box she had in her hands. Then, putting it back in a pocket, she now looked around at the wilderness and at Zoe slowly making her way towards where she sat.
“So, how are the boys?”
she asked as Zoe sat down by her.
“James is okay, well, as okay as you can be when you are a total d**k with a broken arm and a damaged ego, but I am worried about Bill
