The Sidewalk

Zanney Reese

Cold. That's all anyone could feel on this average day. It was sunset, the vibrant colors of orange and red filled the sky, along with the sun shining off a very open yellow shade to everything the light could touch; everything it got to would shine. The wind blew swiftly; one mild gust after another. Leaves from the trees of the copper colored leaves fell from the tress, dancing into the wind, then making its way onto the pile of its others into a pile below. To only believe that the sun rose was only a dream. A young man, in his teens, slowly walked down a crackling sidewalk; hands in his pockets. He remained isolated to the world around him as the mild gusts of wind brushed against his warm, merry cheeks. People passed with only short glance spans, then they returned to their business. Clouds covered the sun, partially blocking any sunlight coming through.
The boy, whom scarf wrapped around his mouth to keep warmth, and jacket wrapped around his body to keep himself against the cold weather. His face, sprinkled with freckles, were covered by half of the scarf and by the cap upon his head. He wondered around the sidewalk, slightly scratching his shoes against the sidewalk as he walked, with a few pebbles on the sidewalk here and there. His back was arched; his hands in his pockets. As he walked through a very nature-friendly neighborhood, his eyes peered around; he looking at all of the distant, warm houses nearby. A scent of scrumptious dinners trailed around the streets and sidewalk, only teasing the boy and his hunger more. He thrived for something to portray happiness in his cold life, and every second he wasted thinking about it, his day only got colder.
Families from inside of the houses would look out at the boy as they sat at their dinner tables. They arched over to see him passing; confused on why he hadn't been at home by this time. The boy slightly glanced over at the families over the corners of his eyes. A frown stayed brightly against his face, for a small gentle beam of light which had escaped from the clouds only allowed his frown to be the most obvious thing upon his face. The rest of his body stayed in the darkness, creating only a silhouette, or uneasy image of blackness making its way slowly through the day. The families soon turned away, and went to bed after their feast, but the boy; not. The merry shade of red upon his glistening cheeks began to fade away.
The sun no longer treasured the boy, just like everyone else had done. Isolation was the dark realm filling the skies. His skies. His eyes were only grey, which saw only sadness throughout them. The night sky and its starlight never shined upon him, and never gracefully again did it ever. Every day and night; isolation and sadness never left his realm; and nobody ever helped or gave attention to stop it. So the boy became a shadow, slowly sinking into the cracks of that sidewalk just as his life had. Everyday, pushed around, and kicked out. He finally, joining the others of sadness; and forever he stayed.
All gambling men and women walked across his path into darkness just as he did. Across his face they trailed. They wet, soaked from rain. The people whom walked upon his sidewalk were now upon his cheeks. They fell upon them like tears. All of the worlds problems would expand the void, and only it made the world bigger in an expedition to find the old happiness. However, it never was found. The world only kept its atmospheric face against his, tracing his line of tears, and the trail of death shined upon his cheeks. Which now, only left more cracks. More fatal flaws upon his face which showed his reputation; kicked to the side just like his hidden facial markings. They covered with darkness, just as he was. Everything only fell into darkness, and onto his shoulders which made him crack a bit more on that cold, average day at sunrise.
"Give everyone love. If not, they shall fall into a realm of darkness; just as the moon shines upon the night."