Small Child

That Day

That day I lost one thing, but learnt another. I lost what I could call my one and only friend. But from this I learnt that guilt kills you.

You see once we made it inside we could see blood on the walls and chairs and floor. We searched until under a table we spotted a body. His body.

The police tried to find his mother and when they finally broke into her bedroom she was handing from the light bulb. Her body swaying. Guilt killed her and good riddance. But that boy, my friend, he died because he was innocent.