A moment in the boathouse
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The scene in the boathouse was one of mild chaos. There was Scottish cursing going on from the vicinity of the closet as baby supplies were hastily pulled together at speed, and the less said about the psychic atmosphere the aforementioned cursing (not to mention the reason for it) was causing, the better.
Rachel Kinross, sitting on the floor in front of the television, sniffled, gazing at her mother for a moment before looking back at the television and crawling forward until she was directly in front of the screen.
On the television, CNN replayed, for the fifth of what would be countless times, the footage from the beach in San Diego. The firebird opening its wings before the tsunami.
A tiny hand reached out and touched the glass, tracing the familiar fiery shape.
"...da?"
The scene in the boathouse was one of mild chaos. There was Scottish cursing going on from the vicinity of the closet as baby supplies were hastily pulled together at speed, and the less said about the psychic atmosphere the aforementioned cursing (not to mention the reason for it) was causing, the better.
Rachel Kinross, sitting on the floor in front of the television, sniffled, gazing at her mother for a moment before looking back at the television and crawling forward until she was directly in front of the screen.
On the television, CNN replayed, for the fifth of what would be countless times, the footage from the beach in San Diego. The firebird opening its wings before the tsunami.
A tiny hand reached out and touched the glass, tracing the familiar fiery shape.
"...da?"
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