Monkey Bars and Ice CreamHis walk’s interrupted when he sees the little boy in the old park, hanging from a monkey bar with both hands, looking up at the sky with a bored, indifferent expression, an almost-frown, and blithe ignorance of the late summer sun’s rays.Monkey Bars and Ice Cream by After--Forever
The park’s empty. And he feels nothing. It’s not like it’s significant. He’s only retracing the place he’s lived in so long one last time before he leaves. But he does frown at the loneliness he sees and he shuffles over to the boy.
“Hey, kid, where’s your mother?”
The kid looks down at him. It’s kind of condescending, and he has to stop himself from laughing.
“No talkin’ to strangers.” Stubborn. But it’s good. One end of his mouth quirks down slightly, before he looks back up.
“And that’s right.” He just stands there for a minute, still hugging the pole with one hand, watching the brat absently.
Abruptly, he leaves. He can feel the brat starin
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