“I never thought you were an idiot,” he said quietly, looking toward the box and pulling out another book to hand to me.įor a long time after we returned to our slow, inefficient method of unpacking the books, I could feel him looking up and watching me, tiny flashes of stolen glances. You don’t have to look so surprised that I know some big words.” I half expected trumpets to blast revelatory music from an invisible speaker in the wall from the way Elliot stared at me, lips parted and glasses slowly sliding down his nose. It kinda sounds like exactly what it means.” He quirked a smile, answering, “Regurgitate.” “What about you? What’s your favorite word? I bet it’s tungsten. I bet he had expected me to say unicorn or daisy or vampire. He kept his eyes on his feet but I knew I wasn’t imagining the gleam of interest I’d seen when I said ranunculus. They were my Mom’s favorite, I didn’t say. It’s such a weird word but the flowers are so pretty, I like how unexpected that is.” I suppose I had never thought about having a favorite word, but now that he asked, I kind of liked the idea. He nodded, slipping his glasses up his nose with a quick, practiced scrunch of his face that made him look angry and then surprised within a single second. This is 'The Eagles Hole in the World-SD(1)' by on Vimeo, the home for high quality videos and the people who love them. Oh they tell me there's a place over yonder, Cool water running through the burning sand, Until we learn to love one another We will never reach the promise land. Startled, I looked up at him, unsure I’d heard him right. Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.
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