Black Blood Teaser

Dim lighting filled the room as the sun crept along the sky in a badly matched race against clouds. Tiny noises from the outside world came through the barrier of walls on all sides. Nothing made a sound in the room except the constant and very soft breathing of a little boy, alone in the dark.

The boy didn't know what he looked like. He doubted he ever would, for the only thing close to a mirror was his quaint little window that rested at the top of his barrier, seeming to hate him, and only let him see the sky.

The boy's name was Ronnie Abner. Why was that his name? He had pondered on this many times. He likes thinking, of course, that's all he could do inside his little prison of dim lighting. He'd read all his books on the shelf, which was more of a glorified mantelpiece over a fireplace never lit.

His mother had been very hesitant to give him any books, thinking he might want to see the world outside. He did, of course want to go beyond the confines of the small room, but never asked, knowing his mother would be horrified to hear him utter anything human. He had a bed, at least, that's what he pretended it was. It was really just some old blankets with an rugged jacket for a pillow.

He also had the fireplace, which he imagined every night before bed to have what he'd read was fire. The books had never been very descriptive of flames, so he imagined that fire was blue, like the sky, and that it was wet and looked like a tongue. It couldn't be helped, the books had said flames licked.

His father had taught Ronnie in secret how to read using newspapers. When he'd learned to read well enough to read aloud major articles, he'd begged his father for books. His father had also taught him how to speak, so how could he say no to his son's first request? When his mother discovered her husband's doings with the child, she started locking Ronnie in the room and took the key, not that Ronnie had ever left his room, but so his father could no longer come teach him worldly things.

Ronnie sat alone in the quickly fading light, thinking about what it might be like outside the walls,

I remember reading people shake hands as a greeting, whilst they say 'Good morning to you'.

Ronnie imagined himself, a very inaccurate image, taking someone's hand from the top and shaking it from side to side while saying 'Good morning to you'. He imagined the person was his father. He'd only ever seen two people other than himself, so what was he supposed to imagine?

Ronnie looked out his small window, and saw the fading colors.

Time to imagine those warm, blue flames. He thought in a mind so quiet.

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