Good Boy

Since god stopped looking after this place the boy has sat by himself. The sound that is left is mainly in his head, a faint buzz he is slowly getting used to. Wherever he looks there are children, adults, dogs. They all lost their home. Nobody knows where to go. Buildings crumbled to snow that won’t melt. No one seems to notice the boy, and no one asks about his ears. There are other things to do, so many things that people have started to walk in circles. From his vantage point on the curb he watches the young pull … Continued