Barrow Fields Bramble shark

sobeille had never seen someone frown when food was on the table. she got up, intentionally jostling him as she did so — not so hard to knock him off balance, but to signal ‘i have no quandaries violating your personal space’.

in her impulsiveness, she forgot the one rule she’d imposed upon herself. she paused, looking back at the boy who looked and spoke so much like her maman.

she couldn’t risk it.

good. sobeille swapped her direction seamlessly. ’ow you feel about seals?