TWD: Beau & Amelia Who: Beau & Amelia What: Just an afternoon Where: Courtyard at the prison When: Recent Warnings/Rating: None. Status: Complete.
[Beau hadn't learned much from his mama before God took her up to heaven, but she had taught him a little bit of this and that. No, he hadn't liked sitting still while she taught him how to pull a thread through fabric, but he was grateful for her tutelage now as he sat there in the courtyard under the spring sun with a stack of things beside him. He had found a sewing kit in his bag, a little thing with only a couple of needles, and the thread was pulled from fabric too beat up to be worth saving, but it was enough to do a little patching, to pull together holes and clean up the things they had.
He was bent over a shirt as he worked, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, neat little stitches just like his mama taught him.]