Status: on-going cellphone novel

Run 「走る」

The Wound

He peeks at me
and looks down at his knees,
grimacing
at the sight of
his own blood.

I beckon him
closer,
closer,
closer,
forcing him to sit down
across the aisle from me.

From my bag,
I retrieve
two
large bandages.

"For your wounds."

The Runner Boy
looks as if he is about to cry
and it is not from his scrapes.