"How do you know that melody?" She sputter out.
He smiled, in a way that made you feel humiliated. In a clever eye, he mused
"Why do you ask?"
His voice made a breathes replay that made her blood run cold and feel like thick ice insisted you gain, at his standardized response.
"That song..." she trailed off, discarding your dink and turning to him. "Can you sing it?"
His eyes held a light smile, he popped his lips,
"I could." pausing, as he held his chin in thought. "But I'm oh so tired and parched... you know some good old booze should heighten me up for a song!" waving dramatically he sang it like it were the tragedy of the world.
"Booze?" She ask, raising eyebrows and nodding slowly, "like a treat for good behavior?" She thought aloud before nodding again. "Alright"
The boy smiled, gently Swayed his green shawl, bending to take hold of the over-large Cass.
He jumped up with a mandolin. Strumming and testing to set the right cord.
"Little lonely child, Have you no wonder? Have you no goal? Oh little lonely child-
have you no thought have you no reason?
Little lonely child, by the stream, late at night. Too small to have the world in your hands." he softly stumped the mandolin. Humming along sweetly.
"No reason to weigh your legs and run along the briar patch, and into the night."
"No reason not to walk alone on the riverside."
"Oh rest your head, for there no place to be, rest your uneasy mind~ with me~" his strumming decreased smoothly.
"What's your name?" She asked instantaneously, snapping your eyes to his every move.
He raised both of his brows and smiled like a chameleon.
"Oh my name... well get the rest of my bill and I might tell you." he hummed musically.
She took her wallet with a sigh at down; the boy next to her downing his drink. looking at the bartender with pleading eyes. " Can he get another one?, I'll pay." she managed out, feeling her wallet drained already.
"Charlemagne"he proudly announced, smiling mischievously.
"People call me fluffy." She brushed her hand along his calloused ones.
Charlemagne raised a brow and snorted at her.
"what a interesting name!" he busted into laughter, setting the mandoline set to the side.
Fluffy sighed, resting her head in her arms. "Very."
YOU ARE READING
Cicatrize
Mystery / ThrillerA lullaby.. is all Fluffy know of what she was looking for, it took her days as she wondered trying to find the lullaby that hunted her dreams; the one that her father sang and now the one that leads her path to finding him.. Life was well and good...
