5/23/22 Safe

 Safe

Leaning against the thick wood fence, the young boy watched the sky. It was orange as it always was, no birds ever flew and the clouds were rare; dust clouds had become much more common. The foul smelling air was always blowing. The smell had become so natural to the boy that it no longer bothered him.

As he sat in the dead grass, he tuned out the sounds of the ever playing radio as he never quite understood what they were saying. To him it was just mumbled words, too long to comprehend. His father used to be glued to the thing, always listening, taking notes, making plans. Nothing ever changed, no matter how much his father listened to that radio, in the end it did nothing to help him.

His home town, once filled with people, now silent, no one dared leave their homes, at least not for long. It wasn’t even safe to be outside, but the boy didn’t care. The exposure inside was only slightly less than outside, so why stay cooped up all the time? Why not try to enjoy what was left?

His short time outside was ended by his worried mother, urging him to come back inside. Out of love for his mother, and the sake of her happiness, he agreed. His mother welcomed him warmly into her arms. She tightly shut the door, trying her best to keep her boy safe.


The End

5/23/22


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