Lialac Dreams



The perpetual purple dragons danced over his face, the little boy giggling to the music of a mother's tongue. The mother had the hair of her lialac garden that always smelled the freshest when she stepped through the vine canope in her lavanader silky dress that flowed as rose pedels in a dance across the air. Her son had thr brown hair like his fathers slightly tinted with the purple serenity of his sweet mother's long hair. The little boy smiled as his mother picked him up and headed out to the garden to plant some more of her wonderful lialac bushes that surrounded the Estate in Northern Austeria.

But with beauty comes a dark looming controlling man. This was the father of the young boy and the scorning husband of the lialac haired woman. The mother stopped to shift her purple eyes to the tall looming man over her.

"what the hell are you doing woman!? This is no time for planting you damn little flowers!!" He smacked her hard sending her to the dirt. The little boy stood in silence and terror as his father picked her up shaking her in derision of both the body and the mind, "You should be cleaning and making my dinner not planting some rediculous flowers! Get back inside and take the disgusting boy with you! I make all the money in the house and you just plant you stupid flowers!" and with that the brown haired man left leaving the mother sprawled to the dirt in tears. Her son climbed up onto her and wiped the tears away slowly looking at the bruise forming on his mother's cheek in a melancoly fashion.

"..My..little Dallet...I..deserved it..go back inside..and help mommy..with the wash..ok?" The woman got up and walked inside holding Dallet's little hand as they went off to finish the house work and the cooking.