Wanting
Hey, I'm Talking To You
My feet drag me acroos the road. I let them lead me. I don't know where I'm going.
Another set of steps follows mine. If I don't make eye contact, they will leave.Maybe.
Hey boy." Just walk. Don't turn, don't stop. "Hey, I'm talking to you boy." I stopped. No, no, no, no. Why did I stop? The low voice spoke again. "Turn around boy. I wanna see your face." I didn't turn, I ran. My pulse raced. My pace slowed. I don't have muscles or stamina, and speed is not a triat of mine. The man cought up in a matter of seconds.
I was huffing and out of breathe. He chuckled and placed a hand on my neck. His fingers were thick and dark. His arm was the size of my head. If he mearly punched me I would die. And that is what he did. Unfortunatley, I didn't die.
Another set of steps follows mine. If I don't make eye contact, they will leave.Maybe.
Hey boy." Just walk. Don't turn, don't stop. "Hey, I'm talking to you boy." I stopped. No, no, no, no. Why did I stop? The low voice spoke again. "Turn around boy. I wanna see your face." I didn't turn, I ran. My pulse raced. My pace slowed. I don't have muscles or stamina, and speed is not a triat of mine. The man cought up in a matter of seconds.
I was huffing and out of breathe. He chuckled and placed a hand on my neck. His fingers were thick and dark. His arm was the size of my head. If he mearly punched me I would die. And that is what he did. Unfortunatley, I didn't die.