A Small Red Ball And A Little Brown Friend

A Small Red Ball and A Little Brown Friend

A young boy kicked a small red ball across a land of golden-fields. The sparkling-crystal liquid laid at the top of his foot. At his side was a brown little mutt, covered in dirt and riddled with fleas. The two played upon the golden-fields for hours until the end of the days.

Once the yellow-globe fell and the black-blanket covered the golden-fields. The boy and the mutt knew it was time to go home. The golden-fields were different under the black-blanket. This always confused the boy. He would stand up on the big hill that led to the golden-fields and the sparkling-crystal liquid, questioning why they changed colour when the yellow-globe fell and the black-blanket came.

The boy stopped looking at the golden-fields, he started looking at the little brown friend. The little brown mutt looked back at the boy, sat his back onto the big hill and wiggled his paws in the air. He begged the boy to rub his stomach, but the boy did nothing.

The little brown mutt stood up, sat his back onto the big hill and wiggled his paws in the air. This time he looked at the boy with his dark-blue eyes and scrunched his face as if to cry, but again the boy did nothing.

So, the little brown mutt stood up one last time, sat his back onto the big hill and wiggled his paws in the air. He looked at the boy with his dark-blue eyes and scrunched his face as if to cry. He then cracked his mouth open and let out a little sigh, but again the boy did nothing.

One day a young boy kicked a small red ball across a land of golden-fields. The sparkling-crystal liquid laid at the top of his foot, at his side was a brown little mutt, covered in dirt and riddled with fleas. The two played upon the golden-fields for hours on end.

Until the boy kicked the small red ball a bit too hard. It flew in the air as the mutt chased, and chased and chased. The small ball bounced behind the big hill, out of sight.

The boy waited and waited and waited. He couldn’t see the brown little mutt with his small red ball. The yellow-globe fell and the black-blanket came to cover the land. He sat in the sparkling-crystal liquid and buried his head into his hands. The boy's stomach twisted, his throat dried and he whimpered as he cried.

The boy’s stomach twisted even more. He pulled his face from his hands and chased after his little brown friend. Scaling the hill, the boy could see his red ball off near the twisted trees and his little brown friend was still behind.

The boy ran for hours, chasing his little brown friend and his little red ball. His chested pounded with each breath, his legs quivered, but he found his little brown friend. The ball had bounced upon a stiff, floating marvel. The boy had never seen this before. Laid upon the sparkling-crystal liquid, he could see his small red ball and his little brown friend.

The boy scaled-down the slippery surface of the big hill. Making it to the floating marvel. He stepped aboard and grabbed his ball before looking at his blue-eyed friend. The brown little friend sat his back onto the brown floating marvel and wiggled his paws in the air. He scrunched his face as if to cry, cracking his mouth open and letting out a little sigh. The boy who ran hours on end bends down and pets his little brown friend.

The little brown friend stood up and at his master’s foot. They look around and witnessed the sparkling-crystal sea. The boy drops his small red ball because they have lost the golden-fields they call home. He stumps down and cries with his little brown friend at his side. In his sadness, the boy snaps and cracks, slapping his little brown friend on the back. He screams at the mutt, blaming him for what he’s done. The mutt whimpers and cries, rolling on his back and staring into the boy’s green eyes.

The boy lays down to go to sleep and his little brown friend cuddles at his feet, with the two lost in the sparkling-sea.

The boy wakes up from his dream, the ball as his pillow and his friend at his feet. The boy’s stomach rumbles. There is no food on the floating marvel. The boy wakes his little brown friend and combs his back. Picking off any flees he can. The boy must survive.

The boy’s throat dries, his lips lose colour. The more he sleeps with his little brown friend at his feet, the closer he is to being saved, he thinks. When the yellow-globe flies the boy’s tears become dry. He’s alone with his small red ball and his little brown friend and, as it seems, with no hope in sight.

The little brown friend didn’t eat in days all he did was sleep under his master’s watchful gaze. The yellow-globe beamed heat, onto the two stranded at the whims, of the sparkling-sea. His little brown friend became weaker, his breathing heavier. The little brown friend couldn’t move anymore. He shed a single tear from his beautiful blue eyes before the mutt lay down to die. The boy looked at his little brown friend, laying there lifelessly in the end, the dirt still covered his paws and his face, when the boy lost his little brown mate. He slumped down to cry when his stomach twisted, he fell onto his back grabbing at his torso, he cursed at the sky, as his green eyes, let out all of the sadness he had pent up inside. The boy fell asleep for the last time with his little brown friend dead at his feet.

The boy dreams about days of old, playing with his little brown friend under the yellow-globe. As he kicked his small red ball across those golden-fields, he called home.

The boy dreamed of the golden-fields, he calls home, in these last moments, before he’s destined to die, alone!