Kids dressed for funerals they’ve never been to rake leaves under orders from their parents who just want them doing anything productive. A group of smokers argue about football while passing matches back and forth and making motions with their slowly staining hands. A younger kid from further down the sidewalk sits on a skateboard, that he’s too small to ride, and watches cars go by so bored he thought of running far away. He didn’t though because he knew his parents would rein him in more behind the old wooden doors of their two story house that they paid for with money they got when his grandmother died. She poisoned herself with something they couldn’t identify but it turned her eyes bright yellow like a candle burned inside her lifeless head. The kid knew there was a stream just a short walk through a couple different yards, and there was likely still some frogs that he could catch. The arguing addicts noticed him walking past as someone finally made their point, and flicked the joint that they were smoking through the fence posts. The mother returned from inside to find him gone, and dropped the purple vase of flowers that she carried so they all spilled out around her in a pattern that resembled how it all seemed to be slowly turning out. She never found him, so he came back when he wanted to, but nothing new was waiting there to meet him.
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