The girl had seen her fair share of violence ( even at such young age ) and she knew the crimsom liquid staining the stranger’s features could be nothing other than blood. That didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate the man’s effort to keep her from being scared. He talked about movies and food coloring. Why would anyone need to color food? You simply ate it before anyone else had the chance. In fact, that was her plan all along: wait for him to fall asleep, then steal some of his supplies and never see him again.
But other people showed up and it got ugly. Perhaps she felt sorry for the man and before she knew it, she was stepping into his line of sight. “They’re… around.” Over the past few weeks she learned it was better to lie when it came to her parents, even though it had been over a month since she last saw her dad and big brother. Her eyes scanned the many cuts and bruises on the stranger’s face one last time. It was impossible to look away, to not want to help. So she reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a ragged piece of cloth, offering it to the man in need. “I’m little, not a dummy. And I’ve heard the F word before.”
@hunterbuilt / continued
