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spilled sugar

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A small child trembled, hiding tangled in the roots of a tree.

He was cold, tired, hungry, injury, and scared.

Shoulda listend to th'others. He sniffled softly, curling around the wound in his stomach.

His belly was on fire, and he couldn't feel anything else, his vision fading around the edges.

His fingers tightened around the trinket in his little hand, Wasn't...even...worth it.

He tried to toss it away, but it was too hard to loosen his grip.

He managed to spit out another mouthful of blood before noticing a figure crouching before him.

"P-please," He whimpered, forcing his fingers open to offer his prize, "I'll give you..."

Soft, elegant fingers closed them again as a cap came to rest on his head, "Keep it."

Gentle lips pressed his clutching knuckles before warm arms gathered him close.

"M...mommy?" He asked quietly, trying hard to see and grasping a dirt-smudged angel.

"Just for tonight." She soothed.

And then it was all warm glow.
Do you have what it takes?
Can you take what they have?


Azri and Sugar are mine.
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Finnikas's avatar
This is very sweet. Simple, but I really felt something reassuring... Realistic because there isn't much description so the scene seems blurry, just like when you're dizzy from loosing too much blood, near death. Well done for that! And I like the compassion (or that's how I interpreted it) of the lady, her answer.