Bobby squeezed his hand tighter on the cool blades of grass. He lay down under a flame tree, watching small red petals fall unto the ground. He listened to the sounds of rustling leaves as the wind gently blew. He could hear small brown maya birds chirping on a nearby branch and watched while some flew away with the gusts of air. He gazed up into the sky and watched the white clouds float within the mass of blue. As he reached his little hand up in the sky, he curled his fingers into a small fist. Tears started forming around the edges of his eyes and started sliding down his cheek.
His lips quivered.
Bobby then placed his arm against his eyes, preventing the tears from coming out anymore. As his breaths started getting shorter and his nose filled with snot, he let out a loud cry,
"Why?"
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The Reverie of Bobby Martinez
RandomBobby Martinez is a young boy with a wild imagination. He dreams because life is just too boring for a little boy like him. He daydreams so often that he can can rarely distinguish reality from fiction. As he goes on each grand escapade, he always h...
