The Hut Boy

Hut boy left the house, mom is unaware of the scene, street kids telling stories of sighting him running out. mom's shivering fear couldn't picture unhappy boy, her feet dragging around, so do her eyes wavering. she's believing in some incident caused; but not that he caused this incident fellow kids reporting stories differently or somewhat similar of the shouting school kids after school the train track by bushes; he used to walk on the dirty pond; he used to throw pebbles on a hollow tree; he used to climb on an abandoned, fallen house's wall; he used to sit on; to see a road of carts and cars on his buddy unfolds a story of; his loving the faded green car; always going to left Oh, that heads to the city, mom screamed. there's nothing by the pond or tree or house or track kids scared my son or might force him or abuse he might have gone after the green car, he might be in the city. we need to go to the city, we need to go to the city; facing dad by mom, we must go to the city; because my son is in the city. The city is full of defeats and unending paths, lots of cars and some green cars, lots of kids and none like her boy.