The Boy

Started this in Nov 2015. Was an attempt to get back into writing.

The boy sat at the table like he always had; four walls, one door and a single camera with a red little dot. His body didn't move as his breathing slowed yet remained unhindered.

Opposite sat the man like he always had, watching behind his black framed glasses. A pen resting upon the desk between them started to move. It hovered as if being held by an invisible hand. Slowly it stated to dance on the paper as it picked up speed.

The man recorded this.

The boy stayed ever still yet his eyes focused through the man’s glasses.

The pen now accelerated moving back and forth scribbling yet the paper was firmly planted on the desk as the air. The scribble began to focus much like an eye on a distance place.

This picture was a city; a city on fire.