by bailey; » Fri Jan 19, 2018 1:15 am
You find yourself at a bus stop, a bothersome drizzle falls around you, which threatens to become a soaking downpour... or at least you assume as the skies continue darkening and the volume of the shower hitting the earth seems to grow steadier. Maybe it would've benefited you to look at the weather forecast for once... Mumbling things under your breath you turn to your phone for both entertainment, and information. That is, until you spy a little figure in the corner of your eye.
Turning your head ever so lightly, you find that a young boy occupies the other side of the bench. He seems very focused on his coloring book, happily coloring in his finished connect-the-dots without a single care in the world. Looking around at the few adults that straggle about, you ask yourself... where is his guardian? "Excuse me-" you start, concern in your voice, "Are you alone?"
His rounded little ears rotate towards you, yet he doesn't look up. Trying once more to get his attention he finally perks up.
Oh! Oh, no no. I live on that house on the corner!" he exclaims, a faint smile on his lips as he pointed to one of the many brick townhouses. "I just came outside because I like the rain, but it's so quiet through the window. My mom knows, I promise! And-and I'll be safe! Because she told me not to... talk to... strangers."
As his voice dulled he seemed to immediately become reserved, almost trying to hide in his shirt. "But talking to strangers is cool..
Because everyone is so different and. That's why I like to come to the bus stop! People are always going interesting places and doing interesting things!" It seemed as if the moment he accepted rebelling against his mother's request did he seem to gain a new hint of vigor, and with that he begins to ask you a relatively routine question. The two of you are caught deep in a laughable conversation about museums and such while the torrent of rain pours down around you, and for a moment the amount of places the young fellow mentions nearly slips past you.
Why... he's likely traveled more than you ever have, and before you know it, there's a call for a 'Daniel' in the distance, and your bus finally arrives at the stop. Wedging his coloring book up his shirt to keep it dry, he gives you one last wave away as you dig in your pockets for change. What a kind heart... as rebellious as he may be. Last edited by
bailey; on Fri Jan 19, 2018 4:49 am, edited 3 times in total.
