(Author's Note: So, I've been admiring 100 word drabbles for quite some time. I find them absolutely marvelous. I know I've been churning out a lot of random stuff lately; for some reason, my mind is back in fanfiction mode, and even though I'm busy with final exams I can't stay away from writing.

There will be a different theme for every drabble. I'm not sure who I'm borrowing this idea from, but I know I've seen a few people experiment with it and I love it. 100 words are all that are needed, really, to leave a powerful mark and a glimpse into a life.

That said, here goes!)

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The picture was almost unrecognizable. It had been cut from a newspaper obituary; the ink had bled everywhere, all over his pockets and hands, rubbed away until the woman in the photograph was a gray blur.

Every night, Blink took this picture out. He kissed it lovingly, his lips delicately brushing the faded paper. He folded it carefully and slid it into his pocket for safekeeping.

One morning, Snipeshooter teased him about this womanly routine.

The words had barely left his lips before Racetrack slugged the kid, hard.

"Watch what ya say about other people's mothers," the boy snarled fiercely.