Hector and Amelia
an unenviable chore- sagging out from under her hand
- “Coffee?”
- the youngest of the preschool children
- it thumped ponderously east
- an interminable bawl
Hector and Amelia sat atop the youngest of the preschool children as it thumped ponderously east.
“Coffee?” Amelia suggested, the sopping brown towel sagging out from under her hand. Hector shook his head and stared at the moon just risen ahead of them. Wringing the stuff out into a mug was an unenviable chore given the uneven motion of the mammoth toddler’s head. And if any of the hot liquid touched his scalp, he’d set the mountains a-tremble with an interminable bawl.