Random Writes

Wandering Boy

The little boy stumbles and falls, getting even more dirt on the only clothes he has. Sighing, he gets back up and looks down at the bright maroon stain on the chest of his filthy white baseball jersey, lifting it to get a better look. Bare bone and blue bruises reveal themselves upon pale skin. Jet black, scraggly hair falls over his eyes. He impatiently swipes it away.  Layers of dirt and filth cover him. So skinny the boy is, he hasn't eaten in weeks. He wanders and wanders, day in and day out, hope slowly dwindling. Only 4 years old when he was left alone with a world on his shoulders. The memory is crystal clear. He had looked over to his smiling family from the outfield when the dark suit man appeared with some object in his hand it made noises. Then mommy, daddy and baby sister were gone. He was trampled and no one noticed. No one seemed to care about the little boy as they ran for their lives. His families's smiles imprinted in his head as he laid there crying and coughing. And now he's here, still walking and hoping.only a few people have stopped to give the ragged clothed boy a few morsels. It had been a year. He finally saw it, a door that he knew was pure good. It glowed like it was meant for him. He felt like he knew every crack and every stain on the bright blue door. The rusty metal, years of memories imprinted within it. So he stepped up to it, knocking on it like he had seen hundreds of people do by now. Footsteps were heard and a young man appeared through the mesh at the top of the door. Who knew that a hunk of metal could save his life. The little boys eyes went to the mans electric hazel ones, his hand curling up to his mouth in curiosity. Those hazel eyes going soft at the sight of the frail boy. The next thing he knew he was being picked up and put into arms. A whisper, full of sorrow, pain and longing filled the man's ears. "Will you love me please?" Those six words broke the mans heart. The boy and the man had an instant connection. The boy knew he was safe and told the man everything. From there he had a family and was happy. "What's your name sweetie?" The boys name was Kenneth, no longer the wandering boy.