“Don't cross the streams!”
Reed Hastings, C.E.O. of Netflix* #quote
Went to my card game thing and I had no seizures so that's good. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Lonely Little Boy
A lonely little boy named Carl lived as a single child with a clinically ill mother and busy single father who worked long hours to keep the bills paid. They lived in a lonely little house with no neighbors and a rocky road next to it. Carl went outside and played with the rocks, making them his friends, often naming them after people he saw on T.V. That he watched with his sick mother. Hundreds of rocks, Jessie, Ronald, Hanna, Fred, and so many more. His only other company besides his often tired family members. Over time he played pretend with the rocks and they became very close friends.
One day he heard a rumble, dismissed it and went back to sleep. Carl was always a hard sleeper, able to get through the roughest of storms. When he awoke however he found that all his rock friends had been paved. Gone forever. He cried and cried for weeks. He never could explain to his parents what was wrong since he didn't really know the words for death at that young age.
Yet something new came of it all. Houses were built and within a year neighbors moved in and Carl reached the age to go to school. His next door neighbor became his best friend when they met in class and he never thought of the rocks again.