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A standard sized maisonette an early fall morning. A boy sunk into his

mattress looking through the small slits of ice cold metal blinds,

layering the outside light on his face. His room hit by a bombshell

exploding into a mess of scraps of screwed up paper, past week food,

wrappers and mountain of clothes, as its debris. The boy pulls the

blinds up to expose the blurred clouded view out the window with a

light condensation skin which he begins to wipe it off in a geometric

flow finally swiping the whole art off with his palm. He gazes over to

the alarm clock which shun 1.!", he sighs, collapses back down into

his body filled gap showing wear of constant use, but arose from his

comfort without hesitation as his interest is triggered by the sound of a

sharp clinking of two glass ob#ects creating impact on one another. The

boys instant change in expression to a screwed up frown, eyes cornered

following the direction of the almost cringing noise. He stealthily tip

toes to the door and gently opens without noise to peak out further

explore the noise. $n sight there stood a middle aged man, scruffy hair,overgrown beard, stained t shirt and boxers grasping a bottle of cheap

whisky paired with a whisky styled glass in either hand. %upported by

the busy kitchen counter, the man swaying in every direction observing

the outside motion, filling himself up now and then for another hit

finishing off with a gasp from the potent li&uid. The fog like visibility

from recent cigarette settles in the room he stands. A small boy arrives

in view running around amongst giggling with his arms out like and

aeroplane. 'oss of concentration, he stumbles, creating a creak from

the door. Automatically taking action, his dad pears over and takes

sight of what(s happening, the boy erupts by slinging the door backand falling back onto it. %huffling with a few loud bangs growing in

volume hits its max threshold then significally drops to dead silence for

a short pause, till a uncontrolled nocking pattern breaks through the

mute atmosphere. The boy takes a deep breath and flushesit out,gaining courage to open the door, waiting on the other side of the badly

battered door from past incidents, was the man who was at the time

leaning on the door when opened forcing himself to bail and steady

himself before he fell through. An awkward silence clouded the

bedroom whilst his dad scrambled to the brothers bed resting his newly

born lamb legs.

They settle a distance away on either bed, the stench of stale

cigarettes soaked in vibrant whisky scent, killing off any clean air what

was left. The boy unsettles himself perched on the wall twiddling his

thumbs like they were at war in anticipation, looking down into his lap.

%everal unhealthy coughs to break the silence then a clearing of the

throat from the man as he begins, the conversation is unstructured,

very mumbled with a forced attempt to say. Throughout the boy sinking

in everything, whether or not the man(s condition weren(t a sober state

for the importance of the conversation. The boy didn(t blink and #ust

stared through him, then drifted off to the window looking up into the

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sky finishing his #ourney to a picture on the window pane of a women

lying on a sun bed smiling. )licked out of his trance by the dirty

fingered man, morphing his hand to shape the boys shoulder giving a

little shake with a smile to lighten the mood lastly using his shoulder as

a way to get up with a final pat he stumbles out leaning on the wall for

support of his state. The boy pillows his face in his hands with a bigwipe vanishing any tears $n sight. He springs from the bed and follows

hisdad(smovements but passing him where he(s knelt over the toilet,to unhook his #acket grabbing his brother arm in process as he sped

towards him still mimicking a plane, bringing him to a halt, passing him

his petite #acket. After he fusses about putting on his #acket the boy

grabs the little boys hand leading him towards the door. The natural

lights hits them coating the inside of their house with brightness

creating shadowy figures from the amount of #unk scattered in the

house. They both leave with the little boy following his steps whilst the

boy is all packed into his #acket barely showing any skin watching hisfeet move him along, oblivious to any potential hazards. A neighbour in

their drive, yanking out roots of decaying weeds notices the giggles

raising her head with an oversized smile exposing her defined wrinkles

that branch out amongst her face. The boy passes without a look

#olting his head away slightly, the women face drops with a confused

expression but then reforms her smile as the little boy runs past waving

his arms uncontrollably at her, zooming past stumbling a little from the

loose surface. The two boys continue down the road till they reach a

metal bench that views a lake inhabited by varies of ducks. The boy

slumps down on the edge of the bench. *arading around near the pond,the little boy realises the boy slumped there watching him and decides

to sit next to him, but keeps his distance from him in a symmetry of

position. The little boy starts to ask &uestions, the boy answers them

bluntly to the point, until the little boy asks a specific &uestion where a

pause of thought startles the boys reply. His head tilts down not giving

eye contact when he replies moving closer to the little boy grasping him

in his reach, a huge echoes of giggles strike the daunted atmosphere as

he escapes the boys clasp and runs off as an aeroplane. The boy

remains seated covering his face shaking it slightly, carelessly banging

the bench and knee before following, changing his distraught face to awaxed grin leaving the pond.