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December 18 / Original / Home?
Title: Home?
Day/Theme: December 18/In My Life/ ~There are places I remember~
Series: Original
Rating: PG
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100drabbles
Trenton paced, eye planted to the drive. In his ears were the sounds of country music his mother used to play, he hated it, more of a rocker - a rebel. Being a rebel didn't seem a fitting choice today. Behind his father stands with his wife holding their baby. A child half related to him, nothing more than a stranger. Scent of flowers from the house drifts out. Roses, her favorite.
"Trent, it's time to go home." He squeezed eyes tight, so not to cry. He couldn't go home, not to their home. He wanted his home and his mom.
Day/Theme: December 18/In My Life/ ~There are places I remember~
Series: Original
Rating: PG
Note Cross posted to
100drabbles Trenton paced, eye planted to the drive. In his ears were the sounds of country music his mother used to play, he hated it, more of a rocker - a rebel. Being a rebel didn't seem a fitting choice today. Behind his father stands with his wife holding their baby. A child half related to him, nothing more than a stranger. Scent of flowers from the house drifts out. Roses, her favorite.
"Trent, it's time to go home." He squeezed eyes tight, so not to cry. He couldn't go home, not to their home. He wanted his home and his mom.