Letter Bombs
Curious digits peeled the crinkled parchment, tracing back to the ghost of the initial fold. That simple task mounted up to the difficulty of prying open a jammed locker. That three letter word stained the cover, seizing her heart in a death grip. Her fingers recoiled from capitol to punctuation, so crudely written in the hand of her daughter:
"Mom."
Crackles nipped the crisp air of her Anodite's bedroom, each crooked bend of a sharp crease triggered an explosion in the night. Indentations of lines began to overlap, blotted writing drenched in her hungry emerald eyes. Alarmed, the woman's complexion drained. "Drugs," "shady," "nervous," "judge." Those four words blared in her mind, unable to snuggly wrap around the diction of it all.
Eyelids clamping down tight, the elder redhead bit her tongue sharply. Hands unleashing tremors upon the bent out parchment, her mind whipped her decision into action. Senses stinging, she viciously clawed the note open. She had to know…
The taste of pennies devoured her tongue. Welled up eyes began to trace over every dip and curve of Gwendolyn's careful handwriting…
Yeah, I know he makes you nervous. Yes, I know he did drugs before.
I know mom. He has a shady past. Why do you think I go to his house to hang out all the time?
Because all you do is judge him and don't give him a single chance.
And you know what we do every time we hang out? We lay on his couch, watch movies, and talk.
That's it.
…My own mother doesn't believe me.
Beads of her broken spirit fled her brimming eyes, puddles forming on the etched parchment… adding to the rest of the tearstains scorched amongst her words.
A/N: If you expected more, I'm sorry. This was just…something. Early AF series. Review?