Post by Pseudomuse on Dec 21, 2004 20:26:06 GMT -8
I.
Sobs trickled through the wall of wood. Deep, crooning cries spun in tendrils in the stagnant
air. David huddled, knees creating a resting platform for his chin, and attempted to banish
the sounds from his mind. The keening wails and incoherent babble that came from behind
the planks pulled and tugged at him, wanting words of kindness and comfort not the silence
that spanned between them. The desperate cries went unanswered and David would leave
them that way because boy’s don’t cry.
II.
Long, emerald strands of grass tickled his nose, while the corners of his lips turned up at the
ends. The boy -- more the young man, heaved a deep sigh his chest undulating as he did so.
Lying in the shade of a giant oak, David rested shirtless on his back cooling his soppy,
dripping skin from the festering heat. While he lay there soft grass brushing his tanned
torso, a mirage appeared before him. Maybe it was because of the heat or his overactive
imagination but the figure molded lifelike before him. Blinking his eyes quickly, David
realized who the figure was as it smiled back, perfect white teeth flashing. David choked
back a sob, tears tingeing the back of his eyes. David blinked again, the image was gone. He
willed his tears to stop, and his mouth to close, because boy’s don’t cry.
Sobs trickled through the wall of wood. Deep, crooning cries spun in tendrils in the stagnant
air. David huddled, knees creating a resting platform for his chin, and attempted to banish
the sounds from his mind. The keening wails and incoherent babble that came from behind
the planks pulled and tugged at him, wanting words of kindness and comfort not the silence
that spanned between them. The desperate cries went unanswered and David would leave
them that way because boy’s don’t cry.
II.
Long, emerald strands of grass tickled his nose, while the corners of his lips turned up at the
ends. The boy -- more the young man, heaved a deep sigh his chest undulating as he did so.
Lying in the shade of a giant oak, David rested shirtless on his back cooling his soppy,
dripping skin from the festering heat. While he lay there soft grass brushing his tanned
torso, a mirage appeared before him. Maybe it was because of the heat or his overactive
imagination but the figure molded lifelike before him. Blinking his eyes quickly, David
realized who the figure was as it smiled back, perfect white teeth flashing. David choked
back a sob, tears tingeing the back of his eyes. David blinked again, the image was gone. He
willed his tears to stop, and his mouth to close, because boy’s don’t cry.
