“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.
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