Sequel: One Less Chair ›
Words You Wouldn't Say
The group of men parted, and Maxwell saw him. His hand was covering his mouth, studying him with wide eyes and a slight frown. Everyone was silent, and Max felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest.
A hand was clapped against his shoulder and he was led to the table where the other man sat, cards sitting in front of him, waiting. His fingers tapped against the table, but the other men were talking and laughing like they couldn't notice the awful tension creeping up between Maxwell and the man sitting at the head of the table.
He dealt the cards and handed Maxwell his personally, making sure to brush their fingers together, eyes studying Maxwell's reaction. He turned his attention instead to the man to his right, who was laughing obnoxiously and bringing up a memory long since faded to a white line in the back of Maxwell's head.
Maybe coming here was a bad idea.
thanks to She Said Poptarts for the banner!!
A hand was clapped against his shoulder and he was led to the table where the other man sat, cards sitting in front of him, waiting. His fingers tapped against the table, but the other men were talking and laughing like they couldn't notice the awful tension creeping up between Maxwell and the man sitting at the head of the table.
He dealt the cards and handed Maxwell his personally, making sure to brush their fingers together, eyes studying Maxwell's reaction. He turned his attention instead to the man to his right, who was laughing obnoxiously and bringing up a memory long since faded to a white line in the back of Maxwell's head.
Maybe coming here was a bad idea.
thanks to She Said Poptarts for the banner!!