Alex eyed the plume of black smoke with a frown, torn visibly between pressing on and returning to his father.
"I'm not giving you a damn thing," he shot back, slipping through the small gap the chain locked fence afforded him and skidding down a gravel pit. His father work the construction site during the day, and at night the place was lit by floodlights, but entirely empty, and full of dark shadows to hide in and scaffolding to climb. The bright cautionary yellows and reds had been a staple of the more recent drawings.