Challenge: fireworks
Bang!
Colin lays back, closing his eyes. When it isn't a jumble of mismatched memories, it's the bright lights and fireworks of another headache.
"I'm fine," he says at the touch of a hand on his forehead. The lies are easy to deliver, but they don't always work. The hand keeps moving in its comforting circles, willing the noise away.
Ephram says nothing is better than a lie, and there's something in his voice that makes Colin believe he knows what he's talking about. The black doesn't ask questions, and neither does Ephram, as he sits with Colin, stroking his hair.
07/01/03