Treasure Island

David Blair


Followed


A woman started
to follow him.
She had 2
children with her...
a girl about 5
and a boy 4.

He crossed town
and they kept
up behind him.
He turned to
the woman
and asked...

Why are you
following me?
She just smiled
the 2 children
looked at him
with sad faces.

He went into
a cafe and
they all followed
and sat at his table..
He bought food
for them all.

He hoped that
would end it
but no...afterwards
they kept up
behind him
all the way home.

Outside his house
where he lived alone
he asked...Have you
nowhere else to go?
The woman smiled and
the children were sad faced.

He opened the door
and let them all in.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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