So, Tom stays at the festival
“Tom, you’re such a brave boy,” one man said, ruffling Tom’s hair.
A woman with a powdered face and pointy
nails scratched his arm, “Thank you for sharing your dog. I am so sorry.”
Moriah sidled up next to Tom, and held his
hand, “Thank you, Tom. You saved my life. I’m real sorry that Christopher got
hurt.”
“Thanks, Moriah. I am glad that you are
okay,” Tom sighed. “I just miss him, you know?”
“Yeah, I know,” she dropped his hand and
scurried away from him.
Tom walked through the festival not seeing anything.
It all blurred into colors and shapes. Tom’s teacher handed him a red slush
drink. He took it without realizing and continued walking. He sat down on a
bench and watched the festival unfold. His eyes drooped. Snap. He jumped awake to a small floating human hovering just above
his nose.
“Just what do you think you’re doing
sleeping at a time like this?” this woman in a green body suit and pink hair
chastised him.
“Um, I don’t know. I was just—it is just so
much,” Tom sputtered.
“My name is Lucinda, and I am going to go on an adventure.
Wanna come?” She rested one hand on her hip and pouted.
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