Is This The Boy?

He used to come up here after school or whatever he does during the day.  Anyways, I let him feed the pigeons. He don’t say much, but I seen him smile when the blue dragoon eat out of his hand. I says to him that it’s unusual for a bird to do that with somebody they don’t know so good. He dropped that smile like a hot rock and I didn’t see him again for two, three weeks. When he come back, it was like nothing happened. He fed them like always.

What did you say he done again?

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  1. msjadeli

    Your insight into “the boy” is keen. I see parallels in trust between the old man, the boy, and the blue dragoon. Few know what the boy’s been through or what he done but he knows a safe space when he sees it. Excellent storytelling, Joshua.

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