Alison's Images

The boy stood in a puddle of blood and water. There was no way to tell how much of it was the boy’s own and how much was just the rain water which ran dripping down from off his soaked body from the dark, stormy clouds above. There was something odd about the human, like he was a four year old adult. Grown already, yet trapped in an unwanted, unneeded body. The boy stared straight ahead, through black, souless eyes which masked mysteries unknown to most.

Slowly, he raised his right arm up and pointed a curved, bleeding finger straight ahead. His head cocked slowly to the right, his dark eyes following the invisible line his outstreched finger created and he whispered, “That way.”