The grey Weimaraner shuddered, his head fell to one side, and his tongue drooped out from his mouth. He was gone.
Puck put the lid onto the beaker with haste, and a fine blue mist seemed to be floating within the vessel.
“I don’t feel good about this” Francesco said flatly. He had been dreading this moment - and had carried the guilt of his father’s predicament for a very long time all told. He continued:
“How sure are you about what you have done?” He looked at the beaker … the blue light had dissipated and there was nothing much to be seen in there at all.
He took it out of Puck’s hands and gazed into it woefully.
“There’s nothing in here, is there?” he said, now stating the obvious.
“Nup, guess it didn’t work after all.” said Puck in agreement.
“Our one chance, and you lost him”, Francis said complainingly.
Puck put his hand on his shoulder. “Yep” he said awkwardly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Puck put the lid onto the beaker with haste, and a fine blue mist seemed to be floating within the vessel.
“I don’t feel good about this” Francesco said flatly. He had been dreading this moment - and had carried the guilt of his father’s predicament for a very long time all told. He continued:
“How sure are you about what you have done?” He looked at the beaker … the blue light had dissipated and there was nothing much to be seen in there at all.
He took it out of Puck’s hands and gazed into it woefully.
“There’s nothing in here, is there?” he said, now stating the obvious.
“Nup, guess it didn’t work after all.” said Puck in agreement.
“Our one chance, and you lost him”, Francis said complainingly.
Puck put his hand on his shoulder. “Yep” he said awkwardly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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