Ruby rubbed her thumb over her knuckles, looking at the display screen. She knew exactly what the witch meant. The photos were neat but they didn't capture what made her raincoats special. It wasn't just about Karl's silly grin or the perfect lighting. It was the feeling she got every time she saw a child skip through the rain without fear, or an old man tug his hood up and laugh about how he didn't itch anymore.
She stepped closer and gently touched Karl's shoulder when he turned to her, beaming. "Karl, you're doing good — really. But maybe we need… something else."
Karl tilted his head, his bright blue eyes wide and shiny, like he was trying so hard to understand what was missing. He held the edge of his raincoat sleeve in one hand, fidgeting as he glanced at the children now sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with the umbrella and giggling among themselves.
