The Boy – Day 1

He didn’t understand that he was supposed to be horrified by what he was seeing. He didn’t understand that he should be screaming and running away. All he understood was that there was a lady, laying on the floor – and she wasn’t moving.

Instead of screaming, he actually started to giggle. She looked funny. Her arms looked like how he could make his army men move, but he had never seen a girl be able to move her arms that way. Of course, they weren’t moving now. They just laid there.

He looked down at his little Nikes and became worried. The lady’s blood had gotten on the tip of his shoes and boy was his Mom going to be mad.

The little boy tried to wipe the blood off his shoe, using the lady’s dress like he had seen his Mom do countless times when he spilled something. The blood just smeared, getting on his pants, hands, and even face.

“Oh no. I am in big trouble now.”

“Hey Tommy. Can’t you find the ball?” his friend called from the adjacent field.

“Yeah, I got it,” he yelled back.

And with the attention span of a typical six year old, Tommy left the lady and went back to his buddies and their ball game.

It wasn’t until he got home later that afternoon that the excitement really began.