Calm Before the Storm

[erila]

It’s the crest between summer and fall, the sticky time he’s always hated most and the weight of the world presses onto his chest as they fight again. As he lies on the torn bedspread (like the torn seams of a heart), he hates being the cream of their family oreo.

Hate you can’t understand will never

The humid air is heavy as their words, the

Comments

[tigriswolf]

Your cut didn't work. Pretty lil'ficlet.

[erila]

Yeah, I'm slightly internet illiterate and working on the cut. ^^

Thank you!

[halfshellvenus]

the words that barely graze the surface of each other but scrape into his soul
That right there. Yes. *wibble*

[erila]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed!