To
his shock, he came face to face with a large board fastened high on a wooden
post. Stumbling back, he didn’t have time to see what its message was. It was
more a matter of trying to save himself from face-smashing collision. Then his
gaze travelled further down the post to find it clutched in human hands, which
were attached to arms and a body…and a startled Phiz.
“Hello!”
Despite the shock, Bryan felt an instinctive desire to smile. “Again.”
Phiz
gaped at him. The post jerked in his grip and Bryan swiftly ducked to avoid the
corner of the board knocking his glasses off his nose. “Fuck,” Phiz said.
“Well.
Thanks.”
“No,
I mean. Fuck. I mean, hi. Sorry.” Phiz gave the nervous laugh that Bryan
remembered from before. His cheeks had reddened and he seemed to have trouble
meeting Bryan’s eyes. The board was either a fraction too heavy or too tall for
him: it seemed to be holding Phiz up rather than the other way around. “Are you
okay?”
“I’m