Drabble of Summer #1: Dust
Jun. 5th, 2011 06:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticWhen he went out that evening, spending time with his family was definitely not on his agenda. But Raul insisted and it was hard to say “no” to that man. Especially when he had Bo to carry out his orders. So Peter found himself being roughly guided back to the familiar mansion. When they got closer the hairs on the back of his head stood up and he instinctively flinched.
“Don’ worry,” Bo said with his deep Cajun accent. “He done wit you.”
“Then why am I here?” Peter retorted.
“You still one of us, boy.” He gave Peter another shove. Reluctantly Peter walked in.
The entire family was there. All of them were somberly dressed, even the teenagers. That raised an eyebrow. Something felt off about this gathering. Then he saw it: Colette was missing.
“Where’s Colette?”
“Gone,” Raul answered flatly. He cradled an urn in his hands. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” Numbly Peter watched Raul toss the dust into the fireplace and knew with a chill why he was brought here.
“Don’ worry,” Bo said with his deep Cajun accent. “He done wit you.”
“Then why am I here?” Peter retorted.
“You still one of us, boy.” He gave Peter another shove. Reluctantly Peter walked in.
The entire family was there. All of them were somberly dressed, even the teenagers. That raised an eyebrow. Something felt off about this gathering. Then he saw it: Colette was missing.
“Where’s Colette?”
“Gone,” Raul answered flatly. He cradled an urn in his hands. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” Numbly Peter watched Raul toss the dust into the fireplace and knew with a chill why he was brought here.