“What is it Fred? What has upset you that you are barking like that?”
Then I saw, underneath the lone street lamp was a pile of rags that I had not seen before. They were dirty, and torn, and protruding from one side was a young leg, with a shoe on it.
The pile moved and I heard a sob coming from the centre.
“Are you ok there?”
A lad of no more than 12 looked up at me with a tear streaked face. He trembled, afraid.
“You better come with me son”, I said.
“I’m not your son. I’m nobody’s son anymore”.
“There is a long story here”, I thought.
“I have meat pies and chips in the oven”.
I turned and walked away.
Word Count 127.Now that Uni is finished for the year, I will have more time to devote to my blog.