Restless Flames

The boy placed his hands inside his pockets and looked at his beloved mother. “My help isn’t enough for you, Mother?”He asked. He could easily  make some  time to give an extra help to his mother if she needed so.

The stress of the day, the past week, was all adding up, and like an overdue tea kettle- Norma was about to burst with steam. That was until she heard a familiar voice. Norman's voice seemed to subside all of her current anger. "No, no." She turned her chin away from him and felt it all begin to build back up. "I just can't seem to handle it all on my own...but it's fine. I've always had everything to take care of. I can handle it." She shrugged almost to make Norman feel guilty. "It's fine." She pushed solemly.

Violet’s day was rather uneventful, as her parents were making a stop. The move from Boston to California was like a personal Hell. Although, she was appreciating the spooky scenery around the motel they had chosen. “You need some help?” The flower mumbled, looking at the stranger.

Norma had been ruffling through old files, deeds, any statement that ever existed with the motel outside of the office. She had moved just outside, feeling claustrophobic. It had seemed that every small hell was gravitating itsself towards her. She felt like a volcano about to erupt. "What?" Norma's blue crisp hues looked around in the open space not sure if a voice she heard was true or all in her head. "Uhm..hello?" Spotting the young girl, Norma wiped the beads of sweat off of her forehead with her arm and stood up. "Why, do I look like a need help?" Slightly defensive, she caught on to her tone and sighed trying to calm herself. "May I help you with something?"

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