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Technicolour Eyes
Prompt #004: Lime
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One afternoon, Anya was at the market, inspecting an oddly shaped lime, when she noticed that her seven year old son, Luka, was no longer by her side. Panicked, she ran throughout the market, searching for him.
Ten minutes later, she found him, sitting on the street corner; his cheeks smudged with dirt. He was speaking to an old couple, a sad look on his face.
When she got closer, she heard some of the dialogue they were exchanging.
"And your mother just left you here?" asked the elderly woman, appalled.
Luka nodded. "After my papa got shot down by the Russian police, she couldn't find it in herself to go on. So she left me here for the cats to eat me."
"My word!" exclaimed the old man.
'Oh dear god,' Anya thought, and promptly swooped in, apologizing to the older couple. Much explaining later; she and Luka were on their way.
Later that night, Anya and Luka found themselves in the kitchen, waiting for Dimitri to return home.
"Just wait until your father hears about this!" Anya said, chopping carrots. "You're going to be in big trouble! Where did you get such nonsense anyway?
Luka looked up at her and said, "But mama, when I grow up I wanna be a con-man! Just like daddy!"
Anya swung around from her position at the kitchen counter and glared. "Never say that again, Luka!" she snapped, concerned and angry; sure to nib this in the bud. "And your father is not a con-man! He is a businessman!"
Luka shook his head. "Nu-uh, mama! Daddy told me all about his adventures as a con-man when he was young!"
Anya continued to glare. "Did he now?" she asked, her voice like acid; which went un-noticed by her son who continued to twirl about the kitchen excitedly.
"Yep! And he said if it wasn't for you, he would still be one!"
Dimitri's timing couldn't have been worse, because he chose that moment to return home; only to be met with his wife's wrath.
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Sorry this is so late. Work cornered me, beat me up and stole my lunch money today.