The sun is setting. Shadows begin to lengthen on the streets, as the city slowly quiets down after a long, productive day. The world is cast in a burnt auburn glow. Evening has come.

χ Clover Beets χ

“…hi dad. i’m home.”

The man doesn’t respond. He’s still passed out on the couch, though there are a few more beer bottles scattered around.

Clover pulls off her shoes and puts them on the shoe-rack. It seemed like her brother wasn’t back from work yet. His shoes weren’t there.

The girl sits at the dinner table in her usual chair, stretching her arms before resting her forehead on the hard wood. “…haaaaaaaah.” She turns. Mom’s chair was still there. Even though the only ones who still sat at the table were her and Henry.

Her stomach grumbles. The only thing she’d had to fuel her all day was that bowl of cereal in the morning. She wanted to grab something to eat, but she wasn’t supposed to snack before dinner. All she could do was wait.

She puts her hand into her pocket, and feels a crumpled piece of paper. She pulls it out. It was her bad luck charm, for Henry. …The thing had really been too effective. The frowny face stares back at her silently.

>…What do you want to do with it?