Origami Boat
“Take this edge, here.” He said quietly, a soft crease around his eyes.
“And fold it down, like that. And then you take this edge, here.” She watched as he folded the corners of the white paper. She had approached him, telling him she was bored, and he had told her he would make her a toy to play with. But this wasn’t a toy. This was a piece of paper, paper in which he folded time and time again.
