chin

“When I put my chin down, it feels like I’ve been playing it for years.”

Autumn puts both her hands near her forehead and brings them down to her chin.

Her chin dropped to her chest, her clawed hands softened, and the playing cards slipped to the floor.

Now she was sweetly snoring, the book nestled beneath her chin.

In only a few hours’ time, she and the children would line up outside the POE for inspection by the admiral, with their rucksacks strapped to their backs and pith helmets fastened beneath their chins.