A blind boy contemplates the arrival of his newborn sibling without favor based off the whispered experiences of a school bully.
A gentleman but not a gentleman was what Edward always was, given the 'no smoking' signs pasted to the ghastly lavender walls.
She is that which never wavers, silent in the face of bloodshed, smiling in the face of the storm. She is loyalty; forever inspiring.
"Is it true you do not spank me because I am blind?"
Father said nothing. Only his breathing sounded as Miles' heart sank. It was true, after all. It was not love; it was because he was blind. Disabled. Different.
Virgin vaguely recalled exchanging a rake for his fishing pole.
Pa folded his arms as Virgin's shoulders slumped.
He was ten years old and already running from the blaze on the horizon where his parents and siblings, servants and friends burned in the flames.