Alleyway Rain

what's that behind you?

A rebellious teen named Tolliver Graham sprayed paint over an already heavily graffitied wall. Tolliver painted a vibrant pink blob that somewhat delineates a dinosaur or a chicken. A thin, rat-faced boy sprawled on the alleyway floor with rain, sweat, and tears running down his bloodied cheeks. Militancy had always been Tolliver's go-to when resolving issues with others. Abruptly, the boy started to writhe as he began to speak in an odd code Tolliver had never heard of. Tolliver prided himself in one of the only things he could master, cryptography. Proping his foot up on his thrashing chest, Tolliver stared down at the boy condescendingly. Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened as he looked at something over Tolliver's shoulder. Eyebrow raised, Tolliver began to turn his head. With a whipping noise, a dagger cut through the air and drove directly into Tolliver's skull. His blood trickled through the cracked asphalt, joining the running rain.

Author's Note

what is your favorite aspect of this piece?