Innocence Diminished

Just a dream I had.

 

Bright sunlight streams in through transluscent panes. A little girl scampers about a wide house, laughing, gleeful cries while she unknowningly runs into a tall figure.

"Oomph." She looked up.  Michael was back!  Michael her playmate, friend, and in a way, brother. He was so tall now. She giggled as she ran into him a second time with a big bear hug. His eyes widened in surprise as she braced herself and tried to lift his tall frame, and he let out a chortle as she huffed and puffed, lifting him a couple inches off of the ground.  Finally giving up, she jumped on him and wrapped her legs around him, giggling as she clung to him like a monkey on a tree. Michael lumbered about while Krystina laughed uncontrollingly.  As he lumbered in his parents' room to find his mother, she finally released him and scurried away to change clothes more suitable for his return.

"Hello mother." He stood in the doorway of the adjoining bathroom his parents shared, to find his mother primping her eyes in the huge bathroom mirror.

"Welcome back, son." She did not stir from her position. For an eternity, it seemed, the two figures stood there, completely silent. All his mother seemed to care about was herself.

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In the dead of night, an eerie wind blew through trees with an unsettling whisper. An open decked house, with paper windowed doors, sheltered oblivious dreamers during their nightly travels. Absruptly came a tear and a loud crash reverbrated like a miniature earthquake. Stealthy dark shadows creeped in through open holes, working swiftly and quietly.

Click

As a light flickered on, disoriented dreamers had barely a second before they were cruelly sent back to the sandman's castle.. permanently.

Another loud crash- a second's pause as a man tumbled in and dove under a rug. Visibly quaking, anticipating a pursuer, he was rewarded with a figure all in black vaulting in the room. What the poor man didn't expect [ or see], however, was the figure drawing a cruel blade and plunging it in a corner of the rug, The figure motioned at the doorway for another companion, and the man....

The

flash

of lightbulbs reflected a crime scene-police swarmed the house, now lifeless. A detective flipped at an undistinguishable thing, twisted into a nautilus shell, drenched with blood, and incredibly squishy. At the vertex of the shell there was a penknife....

Parked on the side of a riverbank by a busy highway stood Michael and his father. His father calmly counting wads of money, while Michael screamed incoherantly at the rushing water. He turned around to face his father.

"ALL THIS FOR LOVE?! ALL THIS FOR MARRIAGE?!"

His father calmly kept counting the wads. "Your mother likes money."