deird_lj

Here's a teeny ficlet (so small it's almost a drabble), for

still_grrr's Characters Of Colour month.

It's about Robin.

Not Much Left

In his memory his mother is
a soothing smile
a long black coat
cheese sandwiches
and him in red pyjamas on her lap.

She gave him coloured building blocks
and got home late.

She told him to be strong.

These bits are stacked together in his memory
building a shape that means
comfort
home
and a time before he found out the world was bad.

He used to build her towers out of just the yellow blocks
because they were the best
and he would show her when she got home
if he was still awake.

In Sunnydale
one day
the vampire puts on a long black coat
and walks out to kill again.

And suddenly
the blocks come crashing down
and one of those memories
does not mean his mother anymore.