5.14.11 Blank Pages - a drabble of 100 words

What if something had been different? What if his father had been more loving? What if his mother hadn’t spoiled him?

Look at him. A little baby, cooing at the sunshine and butterflies. A little boy, scraping his knee during a game of tag. Look at the clean upper lip. In forty years or so, it will be home to a small square black mustache. Look at the strong young arms. In forty years or so, the right one will stretch out straight in front of screaming multitudes.

But his mother doesn’t know that as she kisses her baby goodnight.