The young boy stood mesmerized by the uproarious commotion that encompassed his entire vision. He stood wide eyed and slack jawed. The enormous people, and multi-colored faces. The loudly roaring beasts, that sat complacent in their dinky, stank filled cages. The boy gripped his tiny hand tighter around the small sticky rod, that led to his swirly lollipop that was still dripping with wet saliva. He turned round and round, staring at the clowny clones squabbling over a tiny car covered in smoke. He looked at the large, large men that his mother would say were over ten feet tall. He looked higher and higher up at their masked smiling faces as they traded small knives for larger swords. He watched them gobble the large swords as if they were itty-bitty grapes. He turned next to the lions and elephants, as unfortunate as their lives were, when their next stage beyond this one was looking more, and more like a petting zoo for the dead. He ogled the beastly bearded women that looked like the people that sat at the side of the road and spat at little kids like him. He felt as if he was rising higher and higher up in the air, as he twirled and spun like the identical spiral in his syrupy confection. He was above all of the heads of the ten feet men, the smoky car’s exhaust tickled his nose, making him sneeze. He looked at the women who looked so far away. It almost looked like they were waving at him. He brought his arms up above his head and waved back at them frantically. He smiled dopily, filled with happy thoughts and feelings.
But all too soon he was suddenly jerked back down to earth, by a tremor that made him like he had swallowed a large and bulky weight. He fell to the dirt covered ground and felt his hand release the lollipop, that had been perfectly spotless only seconds before. He felt shock before tears.
He felt terrible horrible fear, as he realized that the enormous earthquake was made of a large human man. He gripped his chest and tried to calm the anxiety that could soon end mirroring the feeling of dread he constantly felt at home.
The boy was unaware though, of what kind of kindness existed in this kaleidescope of society, that existed beyond the parameters of reason, but still, the young boy shook in dastardly panic. He looked squarely down at the ground in front of him, not daring to look anywhere else. A large sense of tension had taken flight and made a nest in the center of his back. He knew better than to disturb it, and allowed to fester and grow; its large tendrils reaching around his neck making his breaths quick and rapid.
He felt the large man kneel down in front of him, his heart was escaping him. The dread had reached its grisly fist into his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to calm down anymore. His wings were clipped by this intangible heaty terror. He snapped his eyes shut tightly.
No more He thought wearily. He had resolved to wait it out, speaking out, as he had learned in the past was a foolish mistake.
The sounds of the lively and rosy circus that he had lost himself just a few measly minutes before felt like an ocean of fuss that he couldn’t make it out.
The man brought his hand up; it seemed so far away. Closer, and closer it, came to the boy as he watched with dull broken eyes, that could sparkle like rosy diamonds given the chance. The hand, with it’s aged fingers and many gold rings, brought itself to the boy’s shoulder. He let himself be picked up by the hand. He stood up like a stringless marionette waiting for it’s next order.
The hand rose once more and flew through the air on a direct course to his left cheek.
“EXCUSE ME SIR?!” A voice shouted a little too close to the boy’s ear.
One of the unshaven women from before had arrived sailing to the boy’s side staring his father in the eye.
His father looked shocked by this sudden stop to one of his normal routines. This did not last long, his shock soon turned to unbridled anger. He glared at the fuzzy woman. She stared back.
He broke away first, and attempted to grab the boy once more, the woman slid him back. The man didn’t want to give up, and attempted a kick to the boy’s stomach. She pulled him back once more and he fell with his ringed hand uncomfortably placed underneath him.
He glared at the trembling boy, which caused a shiver to run down his spine. His eyes watered as his lower lip quivered.
She moved him behind her, as if she were a mother bear protecting her child from the unforgivable world. The man glared as he brought himself up and spat in the place where his son had last stood.
He ambled off angrily, and mumbled a half sheathed threat before flipping up the curtain and walking out. He didn’t look back.
The boy stared at his father’s wake, and he wondered where his lollipop had gone. He turned around in a small circle stomping his little feet into the ground, and there it was, half buried in dirt in all of its sticky glory. The boy gasped and ran to his slimy guardian. He fell to his knees and tried digging his friend out of its makeshift grave. Dirt clung to the underside of his fingernails as he pried the candy away from the grasps of the ground.
He brought it up to his face and fought tears as he looked at the damage it had faced when it had fallen. The chips and cracks were cemented by sticky mud that made it look anything but what it had before.
He felt the woman creep up behind him and before he could turn to face her, she quickly moved her hand over his shoulder and presented him with a brand new lollipop.
He stared at the new lollipop suspiciously, and slowly took from the woman’s dainty hand. He stared at his old and broken lollipop, it had brought him such joy, but it was too late to save it. He had to throw it away or it would get worse.
So he turned to the lady and smiled a huge smile that shouldn’t be rare to see on boys his age. He stood up quickly and without another word threw away the old lolli and ran back to the kind lady who had rescued him.
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