Blink

by Chirithy-Writes

They blinked. It was approaching the girl. They blinked. It was closer. They blinked. It was a few feet away. They blinked. It was now right behind her. They blinked. The train was so close. They blinked. They pushed the girl. They blinked. (Not very well written. Criticism is appreciated.)

1. B

Blink.

That's all Mari did in these situations. When their grandmother yelled and screamed over something Mari's "good for nothing" mother did. When their grandmother would angrily talk to herself and lash out at anyone who was nearby. Mari would blink. Their grandfather would be outside or leave somewhere.

Now, their grandmother was lecturing them in a way. To not turn out like their mother, a criminal or a whore. At least in her words. To not date or have children with a someone who is a criminal and had people after them. To be a good c̲h̲i̲l̲d̲r̲e̲n̲. To be nice young c̲h̲i̲l̲d̲r̲e̲n̲. To grow up and be responsible young a̲d̲u̲l̲t̲s̲.

Mari didn't care. It was annoying. They were 5, this didn't matter. Who their father is, what their mother did, how they would grow up, didn't matter right now. They would just live their kid years.

Blink.

She started ranting again. About how no one ever listened in this damn house and how they better start behaving or else she'd backhand t̶h̶e̶m̶ h̲e̲r̲ so hard that she wouldn't want to get up. It was always her. Mari was always her in the family. Never anything else. Always the problem and their grandmother was the one with solutions.

Blink.

Mari was in their room now. Their grandmother had returned to angrily talking to herself. Mari read as always. Their grandfather was out like always. Their grandmother complained as always.

Blink.