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The People Of Tomorrow - 4. The Other Side

The following entry briefly touches on the subject matter concerning rape and death, although not depicted.

The Other Side

Free Verse- Flash-Fiction

By D.K. Daniels

 

“Are you there,” the boy whispered meekly to the transistor.

No response, it had frequently denoted a presence all day in fact.

Though of course, when the lonely youngster assumed he’d found someone, needed someone to talk to, nobody was there.

 

A filth of grime and mire latched to the boys being, what with a mud clad face,

tired blue eyes, and filthy brittle blond hair.

Black oily bags sat beneath sleepless, no longer innocent eyes.

 

Whereby a shimmer of midafternoon sun glittered his iris while he sat by the radio.

Deeply buried within the confines of an old couple’s house, or the basement, of what remained of the building, the suburb, jurisdiction.

 

Getting caught is exemplary.

It wavers the death penalty in your face in one’s face, even for the innocent, regardless of adult nor twelve.

One ought to know all in due course, the boy suffered the loss of his parents.

Plundering, pillaging, and rape is in fashion, notwithstanding gender or man, woman, and child.

Gracefully, thankfully, Sam did not experience such cruel infidelity as rape, however, taking and murdering his family could be as therein as equal to such violation.

The boy once adhered before vanishing, starvation, which had become a standard exposure.

 

In some cases, stealing fruit could land you fifty lashes, a week in prison or most scenarios, both. For most, prison became home for many years, except Sam had never been to one. The boy considered stealing to survive; he'd never been able to though.

Starvation, tattered clothes and soleless shoes with poking holes in socks is trending.

For tomorrow the boy does not know, he’ll reflect on the past.

Respectfully the child would lose courage and hope of what could have been.

 

Except for the distortion on the radio, welcomes a heightened sense of longing to the room.

The sound waves break through the frequency. The speakers splutter to life; another boy spoke quietly and weak, almost as if a whisper, secretly and alike him in some ways.

The call resounded, coming from the speaker's crystal-clear orator, "here…" the voice distinguished.

The boy gripped the talkie carefully taking the extendable wire in hand, lifting the device to his mouth, pressing and dryly ushering, “I thought you died….”

Currently, I am on vacation, although I needed to write something so I decided to write something short and gruff.

 

A special thanks to my patrons: Samuel Roe (Cynus), Thomas Tallis, Don Jr., Joen,

  

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Copyright © 2018 D.K. Daniels; All Rights Reserved.


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Sorry I am so late reading this entry. No I have not given up on you.  Life got in the way.  Writing that, made me think, reading what you write, is part of my life, so I guess an alternate life, called summer got in the way.  Lots of feeling in this work. You created a very real atmosphere. I must confess the more I read of the things you write, the more I see your creativity. If you were a painter, you would not paint a mural, you would paint many smaller works of great detail, and maybe, just maybe, if you set them all up around the room and carefully took them in with your eyes and mind you would see a bigger picture.  I continue to enjoy your writing. If you do find time again for a big complex thought provoking story, I will gladly read it. As for now I am happy to read your shorter detailed works. 

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20 hours ago, OzLoGo said:

Sorry I am so late reading this entry. No I have not given up on you.  Life got in the way.  Writing that, made me think, reading what you write, is part of my life, so I guess an alternate life, called summer got in the way.  Lots of feeling in this work. You created a very real atmosphere. I must confess the more I read of the things you write, the more I see your creativity. If you were a painter, you would not paint a mural, you would paint many smaller works of great detail, and maybe, just maybe, if you set them all up around the room and carefully took them in with your eyes and mind you would see a bigger picture.  I continue to enjoy your writing. If you do find time again for a big complex thought provoking story, I will gladly read it. As for now I am happy to read your shorter detailed works. 

Thanks, @OzLoGo Its okay, we all get busy I have just gotten back from my vacation. I have been on the road for a full two weeks roughing it and hiking, and whatnot. I love summer, as well as Halloween, they are my two busiest times of the year. I wrote this while I was on vacation, I knew I didn't have the time or attentiveness to sit for long periods while on the go, so I decided to write something small because I needed to write something, and this was it. I try to pack as much detail into my pieces as much as possible, sometimes there feels like there is not enough detail, so I find myself holding back sometimes as to not more people with the level of detail my mind picks up on. I suppose my mind is messy like that, I can't stick to one image, so I suppose, it is quite possible if you were to plaster the walls of my room with the content I have written some simulations might shine through. Thank you for the kind words, and that you consider my writing an escape world to run away to. Currently, I have just finished a novelette called You, Me & Them, which is available on Patreon and it will be coming soon on Amazon. The story revolves around two boys on the 4th of July, it stands at just over 25 k words, I will be then focusing on fishing my short Before The Storm, then going back to You and I, as I complete a project I began last year. Ah... so many ideas and not enough time or mental power to write them all at once.

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