bituminous

dirty jeans and different colored socks were thrown on the boy yet the shirt was immaculate. his face was besmudged with dirt but the teeth were as white as a flash before the dirt falls and the eyes gleefully glistened. the intruders were friendly but their intentions fell short. nonetheless, the boy was happy to discover some new friends. and why not? after all, they had candy and toys. nevermind that his parents couldn't afford to take him to the dentist. not that it mattered since the dentist disappeared. it pays to know the right folks. too bad the right folks are different folks at different times and it's hard to keep track of whose turn it is. sometimes mistakes happen, sometimes they meet you at the bottom of the river; but the boy's eyes met mine and i saw that horror had not crushed his curiosity or his innocence. one day it may.