Post by Sean Fuller on Jun 20, 2014 21:26:24 GMT -5
There they are, standing at the edge of a cliff with the wind blowing in their hair. He looks down to her after running his hand across her side to the swell of her back. She looks up at him. This is a brand new start for them. Finally a career in running from place to place that does not lead to one of them sleeping while the other keeps watch whether they are in an alley or some cheap hotel where the cockroaches out number them. They turn from the hill, his hand leaving the swell of her back and sliding to her hand as they head down the cliff.
Shadow, anonymity is his best friend and Skarlet is his true and only love. He first heard about the wrestling promotion (OCW) when eavesdropping to see what topics flowed freely from tongue to tongue.
‘This could be the closest I bring her to not running’
The first thought that pops in his head. His thoughts of Skarlet always trump any of his others. He knows she doesn’t need protecting, but it would be nice to help her achieve a life away from the normal anarchy they are used to.
‘This could be it.’
He thinks again while continuing to walk down the cliff with Skarlet’s hand tightly held within his own. She squeezes his just as tight if not tighter.