|Rayne (freezing_rayne) wrote in ffvii_100,|
@ 2008-04-17 06:54:00
|Entry tags:||author: freezing_rayne, prompt: childhood|
Word Count: 100
Reno sits on the roof. He looks up, imagining the plate isn't there--that the slums are open to the sky. He visualizes the sunset, a tinted pallete of red and gold, blue creeping in on the edges.
It's not a sight someone like him is entitled to.
Below him, something breaks inside the house. Someone curses in a voice so slurred it's impossible to distinguish one word from the other.
Reno hugs his knees to his chest, fingers tracing the bruises still fresh from the day before. His dad hadn't even been drunk then.
It will be a long night.