“Who is that boy sitting alone in the graveyard,” I asked a neighbor, “Does he do drugs?”
“That’s Billy, he is harmless.”
“Kind of creepy, isn’t it?”
After a long search I have found an affordable house. Only problem is proximity to the cemetery; separated by a thin strip of road and a wire fence from the neighborhood.
Billy didn’t know that he was the center of attraction. All he cared about was to tell his dad how he misses him, he is being good, and he is studying hard to go to college.
Billy’s father died in a battlefield, overseas.
Word Count: 101
This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 21st, Dec, 2018, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here
Photo Prompt : Adam Ickes