His hands were cold with rainwater splashing upon his palms. His hair wet from the dripping remnants of the morning rain from the window sill. Bobby leaned on the wall of the cottage, inhaling another mouthful of smoke. He exhales and sighed as he did so. Infront of him, a small boy looked at him with wonder, curious at how a small, thin brown stick could allow Bobby to breathe out air that was visible to the naked eye. "Go away kid, I have no time to mess around with kids like you." The boy remained rooted to the ground on which he stood. "Sir, please teach me to do that?" the boy asked politely. Bobby coughed and proceeded to shake a bundle of ash onto the grass. "No way kid, your mother would be upset," Bobby replied. The boy shook his head. "She doesn't talk anymore," the boy said quietly. Bobby crushed his cigarette and walked towards the garden shed to start on his duties. The boy followed suit. "Go away kid, I am serious, I will tell your dad," Bobby threatened, irritated. "He threw us away, my mom and I that is," the boy replied. Bobby stopped and turned around. "Yeah? Well buzz off kid, because I am starting to see why he did that," Bobby turned back and continued to head for the shed. The boy didn't follow this time. Bobby went into the shed, he looked back and saw that the boy was gone. "Good, now with that nuisance gone, I can start work." Bobby took out his gardening tools and proceeded to work on the lawn. "Damn these weeds..." cursed Bobby as he used his tools to hack at the elongated leaves of the weeds. "Sir, do tell me why." Bobby fell back. "What on earth?" he muttered under his breath. The boy was squatting infront of Bobby as he played with a small clover leaf. "You said you could see why my father left my mom and myself, I want to know why..." Bobby stood up, dusted himself and walked into the house. The boy entered the house as well. Bobby took a quick turn into the kitchen, the boy accompanied him as well. "Look kid! Get lost! Don't you have someone else to annoy? Go play with your toys or something!" Bobby yelled angrily. "I don't have toys, our family could never afford it," the boy answered. Bobby snorted angrily and proceeded to make himself a sandwich. Opening the cabinets he found the food he needed for his lunch. Two slices of bread, a piece of ham and some veggies. Bobby was about to place the sandwich into his mouth when he saw the small boy eyeing it hungrily. "Have it kid, and get lost after eating it." Bobby handed the sandwich over to the small boy and went back outside to continue his work. The small boy bit into the sandwich and followed. The boy sat on the fence and watched as Bobby continued to do his gardening, cursing and swearing as he did. After awhile, Bobby sat down on the now cleared garden of his and took out another cigarette to puff. He looked around for the small boy and couldn't find him anywhere. "Good riddance," he said to himself as he lighted up his stick. Looking around again, he caught sight of a small figure walking on the road. Bobby also took notice of something more frightening. Behind the small figure, was a long trail of blood...
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