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Technicolour Eyes
Prompt #034: Garnet
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When Dimitri was ten years old, he imagined a simple life with a loving wife and kids and a decent job. It was the norm; simple things that young kids dreamed of. Of course, in his some of his wilder dreams he also saved people from burning buildings and the general public adored him.
So it was a little far-fetched, but he still imagined it.
But by the time he hit eighteen, his 'job' was all con-artistry and pick-pocketing. His biggest dream was all one big hoax; coning an old woman into believing he had found her grand-daughter.
"Mommy," a soft, high voice began, breaking him out of his thoughts. "When will daddy be home?" He watched as his daughter folded the garnet napkins and placed them on the table for dinner.
Anya blew her red bangs out of her hair and picked up their two year old son and placing him in a high-chair. "Hopefully soon, Duscha," she pat her on the head and surveyed the ingredients for dinner placed on the kitchen counter, "He'll pay if I have to prepare dinner myself."
But at twenty-five and watching his family from the kitchen door as he went un-noticed, he couldn't help but smile at how his life had really turned out. With a grin on his face, he walked into the kitchen and announced his arrival, only to be met with a tackling hug from his daughter and a kiss on the cheek from his wife.