Maybe May

Pint-Sized Prompts are back once more! Just the usual thing this month, filling the prompts with a random assortment of things depending on what comes up. I can't really muster the energy to do much more right now, everything is just... bleh.

Each prompt this month is a short phrase and an image, both supplied (unless you're on ffnet, sorry guys!)! Please let me know if you enjoy them :) Feedback makes the glum Deejay less glum. Less glum Deejay is a more productive Deejay! Or something like that.

May 1st: Escapism

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May 1st: Never - 200 - We're never going to stop.

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When Sean Hotchner was born, Aaron was ten years old. His mother was an alcoholic. His father wasn't kind.

His mother asked Aaron: "Why do you spend so much time down by the quarry?"

But Aaron didn't answer. He kept going to the quarry, except he wasn't by himself. He had his friends. They weren't real, he knew that. Not yet.

He suspected they might be one day though.

There was the small boy in the wizard's hat, doing tricks with poker chips and cards. Always quiet, never mean. The girl with the black hair and the knife-sharp eyes. Aaron didn't like to talk, so sometimes he thought of someone who'd talk for him. Maybe with blonde hair and the kindest smile. Maybe wearing bright colours and a wicked grin.

Mostly he was lonely, so he thought of a best friend. And a best friend would have a best friend name. He took a whole day to imagine up, all the little details, until Aaron opened his eyes and there he was waiting by the tire stack.

"Hi, Dave," Aaron said. "Know any card tricks?

Dave didn't answer, they never did.

But one day they would.

And he was patient.