Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week 8 from my anthology Stories for When the Sun Goes Down and this particular few lines are plucked from Making Shapes.
“No, hold off.”
“Just a few more seconds.”
“Shit, it’s too much.”
“Try, otherwise we’ll have to start over.” I looked up at Theo Horton’s face hanging over the side of my custom-made bench. His thick black eyebrows had knotted over his scrunched eyes and his teeth dragged at his bottom lip. “It’s nearly done,” I encouraged, “It’s quick setting this stuff, just think about your Gran knitting or something.”