Drabble prompt 1: Introduction
Cecil’s introduction to hatred was when he met Kain. The older boy had taunted him, calling Cecil soft and spoiled, and the foreign emotion emerged, overwhelming with its suggestion of violence. With tight fists at his sides, Cecil had sprung forward, intent to extract an apology from Kain’s bloody mouth.
Kain, the bigger of the two boys, easily hauled Cecil up by his shirt, his fist hovering over Cecil’s face. The added humiliation fanned the new feeling hotter.
Rosa, however, with her brilliant light, dispelled the dark urge. With her, Cecil could pretend it wasn’t there, lingering in the shadows.
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