Umber (21.10 — Leroy’s Story)
May 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
Pretty soon she resumed her intense scrutiny of the statues. It was almost as if she expected them to jump down and start talking to her. The guy with the arrows sticking out of him looked too preoccupied to say anything; besides, he was tied to a plaster tree stump. But Saint Christopher, he looked like he wouldn’t mind sitting down for a few minutes. I studied his face. Did he blink? Damn, now she had me doing it.