ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

toward the terra -> ⌈70.⌋ Jewel.

[rawri]

Mister Red was a funny, funny man. He arrived every so often, and he just had to be different. Amidst all the bright colors, the smell of waffles or cakes or whatever his mama decided to bake that day, he stood out, solid and dark and imposing, and he couldn’t help but look over at the man whenever he came around. He didn’t come often, and so he had to pay attention when he did.

It was hard to pay attention, though-Jomy and Swena would appear spontaneously, too, and though he’d told them they should be more on time (Jomy? On time?), they didn’t listen. Mister Red did listen. He didn’t tell him to study, either, even if he acted a bit like his father.

The world was always bright, but it was growing cold.

And maybe Mister Red wasn’t so different, because his colors got darker and darker, too, although his ear still held that sparkle (red- hah! like the textbook cover, like a cut finger, like the professor’s necklace, like Mister Red) and when asked, the other froze. He might have had some problems paying attention, but he knew what that meant - didn’t like it, because everything these days seemed to be getting colder and colder, freezing like the other had frozen.

And yet, it was alright that he wasn’t allowed to touch it, even if he thought it was nice-looking (like a cut finger), because Mister Red was a funny, funny man, all the same. It was strange, though- Jomy and Swena weren’t laughing.

Neither was Mister Red. Sam made sure to laugh more, just for him.