SERIES: To a Flame
PART: 1 of 1
RATING: PG (Adult thematic material)
PAIRING(s): None - Squiggy character study.
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SETTING IN TIMELINE:
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Squiggy, stuck doing a particularly
annoying psychological test for extra cash, finds his mind wandering back to
his mother - about whom he's told the tester a bit too much.
NOTES: Something Squiggy in honor of Cheshyre's
birthday.
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The room smelled like orange blossoms.
He hated orange blossoms - it was his mother's
fragrance. She used to slather it all
over herself before she'd go downtown to prowl the
Sitting between her winter coat and his own, he'd talk to
the moths. They all had names - Edgar
and Mark and Dave. No chick moths! They were his friends, until he found Lenny. Until he learned in biology that moths had
very short lifespan.
When his mother found out what he was doing, she started
chaining him to the radiator.
To Squiggy, it was no big deal. She never really hit him, after all. Heck, sometimes she even gave him respect.
Until she got married and he became her servant.
He hated the woman.
He loved the woman. She sucked
the life out of him, and he had to move away.
He felt like his lifespan was running out at the
moment. Doctors had a way of making him
feel like his time was nearly over. He
stuck out his jaw and tried for defiance.
Why had he agreed to do a psychological experiment? He was fine with taking weird things and
having strange implements attached to his body - but letting some researcher
poke around in his mind? He had to be
crazy to do that.
Hmph. It was all Lenny's
fault, anyway. He saw the flier. I was his idea.
The door opened, and Squiggy shot forward in his seat. Desperately, he pushed fingers through his
slicked back hair, stuck out his jaw, leaned sidewise. Tried to look as tough as
possible.
The lab-coated young man sat down behind his desk -
red-headed, at least ten years his junior, with the most serious of looks on
his face. Squiggy quieted, stilled, and
said absolutely nothing as the younger man read his file. After a good fifteen minutes, he shut the
folder and looked Squiggy in the eye.
"So, Mister Squiggman....I understand you resent your
mother."