Jeanine Rouxlette // D4 // CBR2

Waves roar, foam sprays. With just my fingertips I guide colorful paths, replicating the scenery and breathing in the fresh seabreeze. Beams of sun flicker in corners of tranquil eyes, passing through it in a flash.

In a flash, in dark, starless skies, bubbles of laughter pour out from chapped lips and a gun claps like thunder electrifying the endless sea before me.

A game.

Fingers wrapped around the trigger, a power; a decision is tied to them for the fate of those who owe razor-sharp stacks of green, who promise to supply it but don't deny it that they don't have it and can't get it. Who to spare? Who passes another round, who faces a game over?

Loan shark father and ex-Career mother, sinister grins play upon aging faces as beloved daughter with a lioness's mane intimidates the pathetic and trains for another game. Mandated, scraggly white beard behind screens as children of the pitiful play with their own firearms in the form of poleswords, blades, projectiles and blunts. Entertaining, I want to be a part of it.

Lies and deceit can't pass my family undiscovered. They're called payment deadlines for a reason--dare tip-toe past them and you'll get what you deserve. No shots ringing in their ears, instead screams of anguish as metal parts skin, intrudes in flesh, squirts out blood and paints the ocean red.

Content sigh is heard as the ocean is streaked with red.

We all get what we deserve at some point, don't we?

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