![]() “Nonsense, Douglas, that boy’s been up for God knows how long! Do you really want to take him all the way to the hospital, or god forbid that ghastly home in Williamsburg?” Then he suggested he’d take the boy to a hospital or children’s home in a nearby city. ![]() A boy just walking into town all by himself. Maybe in time, he’d open up and talk.įor now, he took a picture of the boy and said he’d hit up Sheriff Foster to find out if there was any news of missing boys in the local area. In the end, he said what the boy need the most, was to rest. It didn’t matter how much the doctor tried talking to him, he got no reaction. What he was worried about, however, was his mental state. Otherwise, he seemed to be fine no bruises, no wounds, no signs of physical harm at all. The boy was in terrible shape, but it was attributed to exhaustion and dehydration. Yet there wasn’t much he could learn about him. Mansfield was more than surprised to see us, but got serious the moment he saw the boy. Something was wrong with him and, for a moment, it felt almost as if something dark was lingering around him. It gave me the creeps, and I had to force myself not to shudder. His face was entirely devoid of emotions. ![]() He just sat there, quietly, not looking at anything. Mansfield’s clinic, I couldn’t help but stare at the boy in the rearview mirror. Eventually, I sighed and nodded.ĭuring our drive to Dr. Stevenson’s pleading expression, found her eyes almost digging into me. I opened my mouth to make up an excuse, but I saw Mrs. “Hello, Julia, do you mind taking is to Dr. Then she turned to the boy again, whispered something into his ear before she embraced him and led him to her home.Ībout half an hour later, my doorbell rang, and I was greeted by no other than Mrs. “Not doing a damned thing,” she called out to them. For a second, she turned around and her eyes wandered over the group of onlookers who still hadn’t moved, and were still whispering to one another. The boy said nothing, didn’t react at all. “Dear lord, child, what happened to you?” I heard her half-scream in alarm. Then, my next-door neighbor’s door burst open, and I watched as old Mrs. More than once, he stumbled and almost crashed to the ground. His clothes were dirty, used up, almost bleached, as if he’d been walking in the sun like this for years. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips nothing but tiny parched lines. He was dragging himself forward on the street. When I went outside to see what all the fuss was about, I saw a little boy. Nothing ever happened in a small town like ours. They were talking to one another and pointing at something down the road. A group of my neighbors had gathered which. One morning, about a week ago, I noticed a commotion outside.
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