An abandoned figure sitting down on an empty seat. A seagull slowly drifting through the quite air, the navy blue water reflects the depressing image of the young teen. The golden sun slips behind a smoke grey cloud. He can taste the salt in his dry gums and a single tear falls down his parched cheek like the first drop of a violent storm. There’s no one around to comfort him, no one to hear him cry. In the time he needs it, he’s all alone.
The Man on the Warf
March 26, 2008