all aboard

It was their secret; their escape from the mausoleum they called home, running barefoot out the back when all else was asleep, tripping and sliding down to where the dark waves crashed against slate rocks worn smooth by the sea’s constant persuasions.

It was the one time each year he felt like they were brothers. 

Posted on the 17th of July, 2012 with 4 notes
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