Well, it's the first SSS of October, the air is crisp and the brightly coloured maple leaves are crackling and crunching under my feet whenever I take the dog for a walk. This truly is my favourite month of the year :)
So last time, Hector was cowering at Simon's back, afraid yet mesmerized by the madam...
She moved closer and Simon bent his knees until his head was lower than the madam’s and his eyes were politely lowered despite the handprint on his cheek. Hector could only stare at the mark on Simon’s face, his own body refusing to bend, to submit under the madam’s stare, but she didn’t look at him. Instead, her chin lifted and Simon’s back rounded into a hunch, his shoulders curling inward as though trying to fold away the swiftly growing limbs of his fifteen year old body.
The madam’s gaze clawed over Simon, pausing at his downcast eyes and crouched posture, then she sneered and stepped away. “You’ve been here almost a week and she’s still roaring away up there like some kinda animal. You’re lucky there’s no customers at this time of day. Business is already falling ‘cause of her fits.”