Snippet #1722885

Not a thing moved within the small house. If it could be called that. The paint was peeling off the walls. The roof had patches of damp. The furniture was ripped. A snoring, fat, middle aged man was lying passed out on a stained armchair, a botlle in his hand. A woman was lying against the wall, her eyes glazed over as she lay in her drugged trance. A girl woke up from the dingy sofa, and looked around, sighing as she stood up and went over to where her parents lay. She binned the beer bottle, took the needle away from her weakly protesting mother, then noticed that someone was missing. Robyn Chang started to look around, panicking. She opened the front door, then yelled. "Nana Chang!" An old lady with her white hair tied up in a loose bun at her head turned round, and looked at her. "Who you be?" she asked. Robyn sighed.
"where you goin', Nana?" she asked, walking doen the little path and taking her grandmother's arm.
"Gonna go.. get groceries. we need...groceries, Baba." the old lady looked up at her with pleading eyes, and opened her fist. In it were two buttons and a small coin. Robyn shook her head sadly. It had ever been the same since her grandma had lost her mind. Now she was almost a child. "C'mon, Nana. We can go together." the woman smiled.
"Then, we go to t' park? and you, show me the tricks?" her face was so hopeful, like a little girl hoping for a candy. Robyn sighed, and put on a false smile. The tricks. The tricks were the martial arts style that the old woman herself had taught her. And now they only served to make her laugh and clap her hands in delight.
"Sure, Nana. Come on."

Arm in arm, they went to the store, and bought a paper bag which the kindly owner filled with simple things, and took the buttons with a smile. "I'll pay you back later, Sakina." Robyn promised, and they left.

She sat her grandma down on a bench, then stood about six feet away. "Kokutsu Dachi!" she barked, and dipped down to make a perfect starting position, leaning on one bended knee with one leg set out to the side. "Uchi waza!" She bounced up to the balls of her feet, pushing one arm out in a punch with one fist held to her chest. She continued, improvising with simple moves for minimal danger but maximum exitement. The old lady bounced on her seat, clapping her hands in obvious enjoyment.