fic: errerrin | on bonds, might they be chains

I'm of the crowd that thinks second person is pretentious... so why am I using it? Huh.

Also, I was aiming for subtle and I think I hit fucking confusing instead.

on bonds, might they be chains

You enter, and it is entirely, breathlessly quiet.

You run your eyes over each facet of the room, and a frown distorts your face. Whatever it is you are expecting, you do not find it.

There is a desk, a window, and a bed. You take one step forward, then two, and then you stop.

Ten years ago (and for a child like you, ten years is a long time), your lady mother called you to her. She gave you a gift--a little person, just one year younger, with blue eyes and dark hair and told him he is yours.

She gave you a person--an entire person, another being, a brain and a body and a beating heart, and it is only now, ten years too late, that you understand the weight of it. Or, if not true understanding, then perhaps a glimmer.

The room is empty, of course. The bed is unmade. There is nothing on the desk, and it is dusty from disuse. There are no books. The window that dominates the east wall is shut.

You leave.

(To be more accurate, you flee. But then, you are a child.)

Labels: _fiction, c: charon fury, c: kit scythe, verse: errerrin

nono you achieved your aim!
great one :)

by  KY, at May 14, 2009 9:50 PM