This boy, I shall call Little Boy. Hence a nickname found for him years and years ago and carried through the air by dry dust.
He lived in that house. The one that looked astonishingly big and white and tall. It backed the woods and hid a secret that no one seemed to know except for the friends that knew very well the back door was unlocked. A few steps down and you were engulfed in forest as you traveled from the front of the house to the back.
What I saw: Tall windows as he let me in, and a fluffy couch with white down cushions. A jungle theme rested along the walls, and my head spun at the amount of items on the floor. He proudly displayed an iPod on his TV stand and large speakers resting on either sides of the room.
What I observed: He was prancing, and quick to point at anything he made reference to. He had long, yet well groomed, nails in addition to his straightened hair. When he walked he swayed his hips and gestured like he was slowly going mad. He smiled. Always.
It was later I learned he was gay. It was later I learned he had Asperger's.
It was later that I learned I was numb.
And so I learned from him, one of the most dire lessons of mankind - humility.
Conclusion: This was going to be a long couple of years.
This is a sad story. I love your wording.
ReplyDeleteThat's amazing. I'll never quite understand how you can write a handful of sentences and make me picture absolutely everything in the sort of vivid detail granted only by dreams and only at the time you have them. I love it.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. Thats amazing and well writen. I could see the scene so clearly.
ReplyDelete