Winterbourne
Unfallen Icarus
'Your capitulation behooves you,' quoth the nimble, verdant little figure as he tucked his ashen quarterstaff up under one arm.As I silently curse my ineptitude that lead to my conviction the clank of the prison cell door rings in my ear, swirling like a stray dog with my mind stuck on a boat to a waterfall.
Ashen, behooves, nimble.
Rod hinge hung