It Had Been an Accident
It had been an accident.
Leatherhead held an olive coloured turtle in his arms and looked at him in disbelief. The creature coughed quietly, blood appearing on his lips. He raised his gaze up at Leatherhead.
“I… I am sorry,” LH stammered.
“It’s okay…” the turtle breathed out. “We’re friends, right?”
“We’re… friends,” Leatherhead repeated, drooping his head. A green body hung limply in his arms like a doll he had just broken.