Faithful Pebble
Part Nine
He paused, his heart racing. He leaned forward listening. The voice was small, dull and gloomy. It was rough and muffled as though her mouth was full of cotton. "Please. Please don't throw."
He blinked. Instantly, his bag fell to the ground. His smile widened. He waved his hands. "Hey! Hey!" he yelled.
"Please."
"Can you see me?"
"Please!"
"Can you?"
"PLEASE!"
He paused hearing her pleading, her voice rising, the syllables running together faster, fast, fastest until the word was barely recognizable. "Please! Please! Please!"
He blinked. He stopped. He spoke gently, his fingers spreading wide in the air. "Please," he answered. "Please. Don't be afraid."
~Calla