The chipped off side of the round table made a good distraction. A piece of chipped off wood he could fiddle with.
The thin long piece of lint was slipped up by his rough calloused, reddened finger like a light switch.
He repeated the action, this time flicking it downwards. The action resembled the one similar to flicking on a light bulb.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Up-
The loud thud and the table shaking were all results of the old man slamming his wrinkled fist onto the round mahogany table.
'Dammit."
This action of the old man, caused the younger man to push his finger too hard, the piece of scrapped wood coming off altogether. It flew off and slowly fell to the tiled floor. His green eyes following it.
His brows forrowed, his lifeless eyes wild and his expression stony.
'What?' He snapped, looking at the resembling older man sat across the table from him. This man huffed out of annoyance and placed his elbows onto the table.
'We can do this all day long.' His voice menacing. Tone threatening. Harsh. His expression the same.
'Where is your wife?' The older drawled out, practically threatening.
As if on cue, a blonde haired girl walked in.
HI MY LOVLIES. This is my first book ive ever even attempted to write. I hope you guys like it. Please give me as much feedback as you can and ill try uploading as frequently as possible.
Love you munchkins,
Gypsy.
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Gypsies In April
RomanceHe looked like smoke, black, burnt, and scarttered but she looked like the air around, clear, full, and bright. After all, maybe the spiralling chimney could diffuse so much into the air, it could be mixed completley with the good.
