Your Bones

He lifted his head suddenly, sending droplets of water flying as he searched for the source of the voice that called for him. Almost immediately his eyes fell on his cream colored sibling, his heart beating a staccato tattoo as she drew closer to him. “Sphinx?!” He called disbelievingly. “Sphinx how did you- When-“ A million questions raced through his mind as she approached him and then simply washed away as he moved to press his damp forehead against hers in a  familiar greeting if she allowed it.

“When did you get here?” He asked, unable to hold back the question any longer. “Is father alright?” He asked with greater hesitation than before. What if their father had passed while he was away? What if he failed in his mission and Yale died still a slave by the rights of another family.

Talking Thinking You