Not To Add To Your Drafts But ..... - Blog Posts

FOR : bronte ! @lifekisses. LOCATION : bronte's residence.

to say the turbulence of red creek wasn't getting to abel would be an understatement. since resurfacing in the town after a month's absence ... it seems like it's different shit new day. though, maybe, it'd be same shit, different day in abel's case. a man around for the original disturbances of the town now witnessing the potential recreation of them. the same fear, same unease, same anxiety. no, he he isn't immune to it ; finds himself scanning the open spaces of the bar more closely, bartending more often with it. his own version of paranoia, capturing regulars and noting flight risks. however, it seemed he didn't have to scan the bar for a new fucking disturbance. the register thrust forth for him. an unsavory picture and he couldn't hide his shock behind the counter. his course of action is immediate, thoughtless.

he doesn't call bronte. doesn't ask if he could check in on her — does what he's done for a handful of years and walks over there. knocks against her door in quiet fours. once she answers, he gives a sigh. " hey, ronnie. hope i ain't interrupting, but ... figured a friendly face might do you some good. "