The Art of Scraping Through
619 Words--"What does it mean? Your name." Sarah looked up at Remy from where she sat next to him, messing with the hem of her pants. He nearly jumped when the little girl spoke. Having forgotten she had followed him out here and insisted on staying with him. "'m not sure Remy really means anyt'ing, Cher." He took another huff from his cigarette. "Not your actual name. Gambit. Marrow is pretty obvious," She continued when Remy didn't respond. "Like bone marrow... Because of my bones," She vaguely gestured to the spikes that jutted out of her body at odd angles. Or Marrow is curious about Remy's alias, and he doesn't have to strength to explain it to the little girl.…