A little fragment of my imagination...
Well, here's my first bit of fic. It is random, it is disconnected, it is incomprehensible. Get used to it. Just something I thought up while reading an Arsenal fic.
He peers through the window, rubbing away the dirt and grime that encrusts it to try and get a better look inside. The other boy is talking to the foreman, they converse in low tones, softly and fervently as if it's something they want to hide from the rest of the world. The foreman gives the boy (Mihail? Sascha? Delore?) a bar of something white. It looks like soap...or maybe not, he thinks as the boy, whoever he is, takes out a penknife and cuts off a small piece. A spoon and match come next, the small piece of white whatever-it-is being placed in the spoon and melted over the soft glow of the match. The foreman produces a syringe, draws the clear liquid into it and hands it to the boy, whose eyes are wide with anticipation. The syringe is aimed and plunged into the soft, bruised skin of the boy's forearm.
It is barely moments before the boy's eyes glaze, a large and sloppy grin spreads over his face and he shuts off from the outside world. He wonders what the stuff was that made the boy so happy, and thinks that it must be pretty good if it makes the pain of a hard week's labour go away. He considers a moment, then knocks tentatively on the door. The doorknob turns and he is let in.
Soon, he too is sitting at the table, opposite to the other boy who lies sprawled across the tabletop. The foreman asks him what he has to offer; he replies that he has only a few coins.
The foreman grins in a horrible way, and takes the boy's money.
When that deed is done, he returns to the table. He feels violated, sore; but he hungers for the as-yet-unfelt heady rush that must come from that mysterious substance. The syringe breaks through his thin pale skin and deposits its contents into the flow beneath. He sits still for a moment, then falls into the most beautiful wonderful swirling lightcoloursound. Bursts of sparkling light surround him, and he is swept into another world. For one moment, he is the embodiment of his dreams.
His heart stops, and he fades into blackness.
What do you think?