Drabble: Scribbles - Numb3rs
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katikatTitle: Scribbles
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Fandom: Numb3rs
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Prompt: # 22, Speak
Don knew that he would find his brother in the garage. Other kids had a tree house, Charlie had his garage.
For a moment, Don stood there, watching his brother scribble his mathematical nonsense on the blackboard, pretending not to notice his brother's arrival. And for a moment, Don hated his father, hated him for not being there, making him say it.
Don cleared his throat. "Charlie…"
More scribbling.
"Charlie. Mom's dead."
Scribbling. Scribblingscribblingscribbling…
Don's voice was soft as he continued. "She died an hour ago. Dad was with her when she…"
The chalk broke, crumbling.
As did Charlie.
The End
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katikatFandom: Numb3rs
Disclaimers: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Prompt: # 22, Speak
Don knew that he would find his brother in the garage. Other kids had a tree house, Charlie had his garage.
For a moment, Don stood there, watching his brother scribble his mathematical nonsense on the blackboard, pretending not to notice his brother's arrival. And for a moment, Don hated his father, hated him for not being there, making him say it.
Don cleared his throat. "Charlie…"
More scribbling.
"Charlie. Mom's dead."
Scribbling. Scribblingscribblingscribbling…
Don's voice was soft as he continued. "She died an hour ago. Dad was with her when she…"
The chalk broke, crumbling.
As did Charlie.
The End
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