Grey and Gimble: Hung Up"Hey."Grey and Gimble: Hung Up by scarletbird
The man hunched further inside his leather jacket and kept walking. Tall and thin, his long legs carried him on a swift, purposeful stride. His dark brown eyes were trained on the ground in front of him, and his narrow, well-tanned face seemed to be frozen in a permanent scowl.
His boots squelched and slopped in the mud. Out here in the Wabe, the muck was as endless and unavoidable as the sky above.
"What?" the man interrupted with a snarl.
The creature snapped one spindly finger away from where it had been tapping the man's shoulder. He smiled a gooey smile that stretched from one side of his face to the other. "What's your name?"
The man ruffled his short brown hair, looking torn between a sigh and a groan. He settled for a sound that might have been his pride being crushed. "Grey. Now leave me alone."
"My name is Gimble. Nice to meet you, Gyre."
Gimble extended something that looked a bit like a hand. Grey had to squint a little to be sure. "It's 'Grey
Do Scientists See Rainbows?Do scientist think rainbows are magic?Do Scientists See Rainbows? by TheWinglord
Or just a spectrum, to be explained?
Do mathematicians see circles?
Or just circumferences, to be worked out?
Do engineers get amazed at technology?
Or just bored, go back to making it?
Do poets see works of art?
Or just words, to be written down?