"Sketchbook" by thehush
"I never knew you could draw." Douglas said from his spot over Heather's shoulder.
She sat at the kitchen table, sketching her new kitten – a gift from a family upstairs. She named it Scarlet and had already bought her a single red collar with a gold bell. "I haven't in a while, but I guess I picked it up from Alessa and Cheryl." She could sense his uneasiness with the subject. "How's retirement?"
His laugh was warm and welcoming. "Null at the moment. I got the job."
"The desk one at the station?" he nodded, heading into the kitchen. "That's great, Douglas!" he grunted. "I know, I know, its not in the field, but at least your not going to get shot at anymore." She laughed, getting up from the table.
"You got a point." Douglas leaned on the counter, sipping at the coffee she always kept making for him. "How's your job hunt going?"
She struck a pose, flipping the tuff of already darkening hair. "You're now looking at the new waitress of Ashley's Diner."
"Quite the accomplishment." He replied, grinning over his coffee cup.
A silence fell between them like a beaded curtain. What needed to be said was still hard to even think about. But Heather had faced much worse.
"Dad would be proud." She said softly, heading back to the table.
"Yeah." Douglas took another sip and smiled. "Yeah, he would."
"I never knew you could draw." Douglas said from his spot over Heather's shoulder.
She sat at the kitchen table, sketching her new kitten – a gift from a family upstairs. She named it Scarlet and had already bought her a single red collar with a gold bell. "I haven't in a while, but I guess I picked it up from Alessa and Cheryl." She could sense his uneasiness with the subject. "How's retirement?"
His laugh was warm and welcoming. "Null at the moment. I got the job."
"The desk one at the station?" he nodded, heading into the kitchen. "That's great, Douglas!" he grunted. "I know, I know, its not in the field, but at least your not going to get shot at anymore." She laughed, getting up from the table.
"You got a point." Douglas leaned on the counter, sipping at the coffee she always kept making for him. "How's your job hunt going?"
She struck a pose, flipping the tuff of already darkening hair. "You're now looking at the new waitress of Ashley's Diner."
"Quite the accomplishment." He replied, grinning over his coffee cup.
A silence fell between them like a beaded curtain. What needed to be said was still hard to even think about. But Heather had faced much worse.
"Dad would be proud." She said softly, heading back to the table.
"Yeah." Douglas took another sip and smiled. "Yeah, he would."