AN: Long story short, this multi-chapter drabble work is essentially an experiment in both writing drabbles and in writing for the Fate series fandom. Technically, it is the aftermath of a longer work that I have planned concerning the Snowfield, America's Holy Grail War of Fate/Strange Fake, but I thought that it could stand alone for the purpose of the Promptapalooza Redux Writing Challenge currently occurring at the forum, The Room.
The particular event prompt that inspired this piece is the Challenge 2 Setting Prompt: Write a drabble fic (100 words per chapter, at least 6 chapters) based on this setting: A back porch on a rainy night.
Falling asleep on the back porch to a warm breeze brushing against her skin and the radio singing through the kitchen window, that's normal to Tina. Waking up to the sound of the rain pitter pattering against the eaves and breathing in the calming dampness are mundane expectations. Hearing the slaps of what sounds like Dad beating raw meat against a board and smelling the deep burning smell of spilled gasoline has her jolting awake.
It's raining, but that's not right. Every drop is black and large. The stench gags her and that wretched sound has her scampering over the back of her chair and straight against the wall.
Through her shallow gasps, it keeps raining.