|Title Screen for my Horror RPG.|
Bloody Poppy"Wow, those are so pretty!"Bloody Poppy by ~Cruel-Quillish
The small girl, about six or seven years of age, stood up on her tiptoes and peered at the fake red flowers that laid in the box on the counter at the grocery mart. The old man working the till smiled, his wrinkles lifting and eyes smiling brightly at the girl and her awe.
"Yes, child. Those are called 'poppies', and they're for Remembrance Day. If you'd like to take one, just put any amount of money in the box," he told her, and the continued serving the customer in front of her.
The girl's face dropped, and she pouted slightly. Her mother didn't give her any change for candy today, and she was somewhere else in the store doing shopping, so the girl couldn't ask her for any. Sometimes she wished that her mother would pay a little more attention to her when she was out instead of leaving her all alone.
The girl turned with a start at a low, gravelly voice behind her. The man had dark brown hair covered by a dull green cap. His attire matched the