Pale blue eyes

2. rusted cycle

"ELVERIN?! "
   
       A man stood outside the pale house. His tall stature and muscled body radiates power. A tired man worn out by time. The bags underneath his eyes shows that he hadn't slept well. His working cloths has stains on them, stitches here and there where they had torn from due to the hooks of fishing rods. His boots where worse than his daughter, dust rested above the leather cover. Unkept hair and beard from where silver steaks of hair shined. Wrinkles on both sides of his eyes, a frown between his brows. Pale blue eyes covered with irritation and anger as he roared for his daughter.

Elverin walked out the house to where her father stood. All tall and broad, filled with anger. She was afraid to get close, so she stood few steps away. Head lowered, lips quivered, hands holding each other.

" what took you so long? " his heavy, deep voice startled Elverin.

  She stood quiet not ultering a single word. How is she supposed to say that she was late because of him. Because she was packing slices of bread for him. That he was the reason behind it. She knew he hadn't ate anything, he never did ate breakfast. She was worried of his health, day by day it got darker around his eyes. He looked more tired by the end of the day.

   It was hard to collect the bread from the kitchen since her mother kept on moving around and she did not wanted to show that she cares for his father. Everyone knew that she didn't liked him and they never were close. She didn't liked the way his father is always harsh to her, not only her but with everybody. But that didn't mean she hated him, she was just angry and upset.

" Speak up something you fool!" laced with fury he couldn't control his words.

"S-sorry, father. "

He let out a huffed sound, and sat on his cycle. Without waiting for her, he paddled towards the main street. His cycle cracked sounds as he paddled it. Like an old cycle it was, a thin layer of rust rested all over its body leaving few places which were mostly touched or used or where there were remaining black paints.

  Elverin rushed towards her blue cycle, that stood beside the front door of her pale house. At least it was not that old. Taking it out on the road, she paddled behind her father. This time she wasn't angry she was sad. Passing by the small stores, she took left turn and the busy streets started. It wasn't the big cities of the country, it was a small district where she lived.
    

                        Light crowd of people buying and selling things, she was used to it. Sun was already up making her sweat. She started paddleing faster, since her father was nowhere in sight. But something caught her eyes.

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So I think I need to improve more. Please don't be rude regarding spelling mistakes and gramitical error. No one's perfect. Till then maintain distance from bodies not from people.

Lots of good wishes and love.

Your young writer,
Ayizar.