Little kid’s hungry. Let’s go for some food says his mom. He’s careful not to step on branches, not to step on sharp rocks. Looking around, aware of every sound. Little kid hears a branch break and jolts Looks down, both of his feet stepping on the ground. Little kid looks around. LOOK OUT! His mother whispers Gunshot flies across their ears. Men coming from everywhere, gunshots resounding in their head…bam bam bam! The kid hides behind a rock….he stays behind. He thought they were gone, he thought nobody was there. RUN! Something said inside of him. RUN LIKE THE WIND! BAM! He falls… Little kid’s sad. Mommy, don’t cry, he says he’ll be fine. But inside him there’s a doubt, how is he going to survive?
Little kid died…
kat_shadow · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 09:20pm · 0 Comments |