Thursday, July 26, 2012

The Little Boy



            A little boy, about 8 or 9 years old, was on his way home from school. He was almost home when he spotted a picture of a little girl, about his age, lying on the ground. She had long, blonde, curly hair, bright blue eyes, and a pink sundress. The thing he noticed the most about her, however, was her dimples in her smile, the way the freckles spotted across her face, and the fact she was holding up a peace sign. The picture immediately entranced the little boy, and he became determined to find her.
            He brought the picture home, still astonished by her beauty, and asked his parents if they knew who she was. Of course, they had no idea.
            He was lying in bed that night when he heard a little girl's giggling outside of his window. He walked over to it, opened the window, and the giggling stopped. Sad and confused, he went back to sleep, and dreamt of her that night.
            The next day at school, she was all he could think about. The boy's life suddenly had no meaning but to find the girl in the picture. He took his time going home, asking everyone he passed if they knew who she was. To his despair, no one had a clue.
            He was lying in bed again, trying to drift off to sleep, when he heard the giggling again. He grabbed the picture from his night stand, and raced to window, in an effort to catch her this time. The window was thrown open, and the giggling could now be located to the house across the street. He climbed out of the window, still in his footie pajamas, and ran across the street.
            All of a sudden, a car hit and killed the little boy as he was crossing. The driver, shaken, ran out of the car, and saw the dead boy on the ground. For some reason, a picture in the boy's hand caught his attention. It was a picture of a little girl, about the same age as his victim. She had long, blonde, curly hair, bright blue eyes, and a pink sundress. The thing he noticed the most about her, however, was her dimples in her smile, the way the freckles spotted across her face, and the fact she was holding up just a single finger.