Chapter 28: Time and Place
Sketching was lost somewhere inside Damian’s body. Honestly, he needed a shot of Jack or vodka to find it, knowing that it was hidden underneath his epidermis. He sat where his brother had sat just a few minutes before. He turned a light on, which offered very little brightness, and looked down at the empty sketchpad on the desk’s cheap surface. A pencil sat to the right of the sketchpad and stared at him, mocking him for not being able to produce anything.
Ridge stirred on the bed’s surface. He made a very odd chuckling sound that was mixed with a solid grunt. He was fully asleep though, lost somewhere in his dream, misplaced, but still loved by Damian.
The spigot was left on in the bathroom and a steady plinking sound bothered Damian. No wonder he couldn’t s
