*Oliver*
With fishing poles in hand, I know it’s complete madness to find Seraphine… charging ahead of me across rocks and bits of green… alluring. Over her shirt and her makeshift skirt, she wears my greatcoat, its hem nearly reaching her ankles. Or where her ankles probably are. I can’t see them because she’s stuffed bits of linen into a pair of my boots so they at least stay on her feet. She reminds me of a little girl playing at dressing to look like an adult.
Although she’s far from being a little girl.
Unfortunately, she had assumed she was invited on my outing. Not that I can blame her for wanting to escape the confines of what must feel like a prison. It’s not her place of solitude. No, hers is in the sky.
I possess additional fishing poles because sometimes my younger brother
