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"The child does not need to make such a large move, especially since his mother is under such scruitiny. As a result, the boy will stay with his father. Court adjourned.``
With the sound of hammer beating on wood, people began to shuffle about in their seats, getting up and leaving.
The little boy's blue eyes grew huge as he felt his mother's arms wrap around him. She was... Crying.
This wasn't real, was it? He wanted Mama, not Dad... He was frozen, still glued into the spot on the bench he was sitting in. Slowly, he looked towards his father. Smiling widely, he gave the boy a small wave. From there, he looked towards his mother. It was almost like looking at drama masks. His father was comedy, and his mother was tragedy. It was a dream, though. In a minute, he would wake up. Wouldn't he? This was all a dream. The drift between his parents was imagined, wasn't it? They really hadn't been... They hadn't been arguing for the past two years now, had they? The divorce really wasn't approved, was it? Mama wasn't going away... This was a joke. No less, he would go along with the dream... He turned to her and held her tightly, as tightly as his seven-year-old arms would allow him to.
"... Please don't go, Mama...``
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He stared at the cell phone lying on the bed, listening to the music playing as the memories had flooded into his mind. Why hadn't she called? She said she would. Phone cards weren't too expensive, at least not from America to Europe. Not the last time he checked. She had promised---
"Dorian! Get your a** over here and do the dishes!``
Looking up from the phone, he got up grudgingly, walking out of the room and into the kitchen. It took a while [and not without reason, considering the size of the pile], but eventually he got through it.
After finishing the dishes, he wandered towards his room again, only to be stopped by his father once more, this time to accuse him of nothing. Dorian ended the conversation as soon as possible, but then the house phone rang. One of those damn girls wanted to talk. He couldn't even remember her name! Why was she calling?
It was a good thirty minutes before she finally let him off of the phone. She talked so loudly, Dorian couldn't hear anything besides what she was saying, even if he held the phone a half-metre away from his ear. He frowned as he was finally able to say 'goodbye,` and put the phone away as quickly as he could.
From this point, he made his way back into his room. He noticed the song playing from his CD.
"I know the pieces fit, because I watched them fall away...``
Dorian sat back on the bed and picked up his phone, examining the text written on it.
One missed call.
Kecharitomene · Tue Apr 01, 2008 @ 04:36am · 2 Comments |
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