Creative Writing: Philosopher's False

“I don't understand,” she said. “He has no mother. He has no skates.” Those words are constantly repeating in my mind trying to make sense of it, then the first question popped up in the middle of my confused situation, “why?” I asked myself. I bid goodbye to the woman in the orphanage when I heard that information and there outside the orphanage was Jerry sitting on a bench shoulders hunched down and head hung low. I see his hair again, the color of a corn shock standing out on the orange sun set hovering just above him.

The next day, I found myself still in the empty, wooden cabin warmth brang from the logs Jerry had cut. I decided to cancel all my plans and maybe relax. I don't know what came to me, for I have nothing to do here anymore or maybe I do. I stood up from my bed to make coffee and as I did I was still thinking about “why”, my eyebrows crunched up and my eyes close due to over thinking. Then, the next thing I know I was at the orphanage again.

The pale blue orphanage, blue as the sky lay in front of me surrounded with trees that has leaves either the color of red,orange or yellow mixed to be the color of fire in a fireplace. I …show more content…
When I gave him his hot chocolate, he took a sip and a smile crept up his face. Now I had the urge to ask him why he had lied. “Jerry,” I said in a calm tone “why had you lied to me?” His expression was the same as when I had asked him to have hot chocolate, but then he looked down and just said “sorry.” While he said that I felt a pang to my heart. “I will now go chop woods” he said and I just nodded, I went to go check on him and as always he had cut a lot. I gave him fifty cents and he looked at me with his widened grey eyes he muttered a small thank you and