This town ain’t big enough for the both of us

by heytherewildflower

“The girl refuses, still brandishing the knife, but the boy swallows his fear and approaches the table. The man shows him how to  cup his hands together in a box and then tells him to blow into his knuckles. The boy tried, but no sound comes out. The man laughs. The boy blows until his cheeks hurt, until he’s ready to give up, angry at the whole idea of bird calls and at loons for making them, which only makes the man laugh harder. He pinches the boy’s thumbs together. The boy recoils, so rough and startling is the man’s touch. Trembling, the boy presses his lips to his knuckles again and blows, producing a low airy whistle that surprises him– his chest filling with something he can’t explain, a shy arrogant pleasure, like a blush.”