by Susan G Holland
Memories that will be committed.
A boy walking down the dark road with a bag on his back, talking with someone on the phone. The road was wet as the rain just stopped like 10 minutes ago.
Chapter 1) The Beginning…
21st November 2015
He was DEAD.
I was inside the bedroom of the victim. His parents were mourning in a corner; their eyes turned blood red- after hours of crying. The victim was their only son; about five years of age.
Out on a beautiful errand
walking in the roads paved gold
and fireworks I behold.
A journey to the dream!
a journey towards known and unknown
When the body begins to die and no one can say the right words, that’s when your…