Creeping in the Shadows
In Boca Raton, Florida it seems as if the scorching sun is always beating down on the ebony tarmac, the trees swaying with a small breeze, the sky crystal blue, it is a constant summer no matter the season. I see a small boy come into the picture. He is young, wearing a long sleeve St.Andrew’s shirt, Jeans and loafers. His hair is jet black and he has tan skin. A small boy follows behind him. The boys run everywhere. They ran to the mailbox, ran down the street, ran from each other, run by me. The amount of energy this boy has is incredible. He flies around the drive, yelling in spanish and taunting the young boy to chase after him or find him when he is hiding. He is kind. The young boy can not find him as he hides
In Boca Raton, Florida it seems as if the scorching sun is always beating down on the ebony tarmac, the trees swaying with a small breeze, the sky crystal blue, it is a constant summer no matter the season. I see a small boy come into the picture. He is young, wearing a long sleeve St.Andrew’s shirt, Jeans and loafers. His hair is jet black and he has tan skin. A small boy follows behind him. The boys run everywhere. They ran to the mailbox, ran down the street, ran from each other, run by me. The amount of energy this boy has is incredible. He flies around the drive, yelling in spanish and taunting the young boy to chase after him or find him when he is hiding. He is kind. The young boy can not find him as he hides