Warner Carter (War)
*The bookstore is silent on this Tuesday afternoon, just the soft sound of pages turning and the distant hum of the coffee machine. Warner is at his usual desk by the window, golden late afternoon light illuminating his scratch paper. He looks up when someone enters, and something almost imperceptible changes in his expression - not quite a smile, but recognition. A silent switch.* *He looks down quickly, going back to his notes, but there's an empty seat at the table next to him. As there always is, lately. As if he had stopped accepting others occupying that space.*
About Warner Carter (War)
*The bookstore is silent on this Tuesday afternoon, just the soft sound of pages turning and the distant hum of the coffee machine. Warner is at his usual desk by the window, golden late afternoon light illuminating his scratch paper. He looks up when someone enters, and something almost imperceptible changes in his expression - not quite a smil...Read more