He doesn’t slam the book closed, but his hands are shaking as he flips the pages open to the back. He takes a deep breath before dipping his pen into the ink bottle and setting nib to page. Then, sharply and decisively, he marks out the requisite runes and name.
It takes a bit longer to compose the message, which does not take up much of the small page at all. He considers adding more, but what else is there to say? Nothing that will fit here.
I miss you.
They hadn’t really talked about it, and neither of them really wanted to either. They knew that adopting a kid was an option; it was just an option that neither of them wanted.
They could always get another cat.
The Beauty of Lava.
In quiet moments he would sometimes just sit and watch the flows, a small smile on his face as the lava twisted and wound through its channels.
One man’s hell is another man’s heaven.
A RARE ART NOUVEAU “BUTTERFLIES AND BATS” POCKETWATCH, BY RENE LALIQUE
Of gilt-finished jeweled lever movement, the openface pocketwatch of circular outline with blued-steel moon-style hands and applied black enameled Arabic numerals, against the gold ground accented by blue and white enameled fluttering butterflies, within a polished gold case, the reverse depicting numerous flying purplish blue enameled bats, with scattered moonstone accents, further embellished by a sculpted gold serpent bow, circa 1899-1900, with French export marks.
