Marina Katlan; D8; CB#3
Jan 16, 2017 13:56:58 GMT -5
Post by * on Jan 16, 2017 13:56:58 GMT -5
 Marina Katlan District 8 18 You look at her with earnesty. A sight for sore eyes to see a vision of beauty not many can appreciate. There isn't much to her in mass, however her heart is full. A soon to be toddler pinches her nose and you watch as she wakes up with the biggest grin on her face. "Momma is sleeping, Little Miss. Must you do this now?" You notice ever bone on her chest. You can't see how she survives. Very little food makes it into the house to nurish her mind and soul and most of it is passed to the little one making noise and clapping when you see the mother drag her feet to the floor. "Eat. Eat." The words wrap around your ears and travel to your heart to watch her rummage through the cabinet and find stale bread. Mold has started to consume the leftover bread but with a quick pinch, you see her toss it aside and offer the child the first bite. "I'll get food today, Holly. Okay?" You can see it in her huge, sad eyes that her plans to do so include a not so happy future. You notice her fingernails, brittle and dirt caked under them. A softness dipicts that she doesn't work at all. There's no means to, not with a toddler in the crippling shack. A subtle purr brings your attention elsewhere as something emerges from beyond the broken window. Very slowly you creep toward the creature and put out a hand. It nudges the fingers and jumps on in. "Good Cheshire. I'll be back soon. Watch after her."  |
