The Long and Winding Road

The Game of Sunken Places oneshot number two!

fairy of irrelevence

disclaimer-characters are property of M. T. Anderson, the song and title are property of The Beatles.

"The long and winding road

that leads to your door

will never disappear"

A bus. Two friends. Reflection.

Round eyes, innocence. A frame too youthfully thin. Blonde hair in the silly, fashionless style of a child.

Gregory's fallen behind again.

Beside him, glasses for intelligence, frown of maturity. Brian has grown up a little further than himself. But that's how it's always been.

The freckles hold him back though. A sprinkling of cinnamon to keep him close to Gregory. A cloud of dust on a road to keep them separated but not far from reach.

In fact, if Gregory reaches up with one hand he can trace a line from freckle A to freckle B, a space of only two fingers, not that hard to fill at all. He's not too far behind yet.

Because Brian always lets him trace the lines in his freckles, always lets him catch up before turning with a smile to move on.

Gregory knows this and that knowledge pushes him a little closer to freckle B. Close enough.

Brian smiles, caresses an arm and entwines their fingers, leading the way down that long and winding road of life.