02-16-2017, 01:36 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]Every apartment, house, shed he had some sort of treasure to Johnny. Jewelry, old books, pictures of the family that had lived in the homes made him so curious. He'd been five when the world had turned to rubble, or at least that's what I felt like, and so seeing the world before that amazed him. It reminded him that before the odd, far away world there had been a place much like where he was now. Where people acted like animals and trust was a luxury. Of course he had at least grown up with some sort of teaching, so he wasn't completely crazy. He wasn't crazy at all. "Sheesh," he laughed at a four year old with both front teeth missing. Her short blond hair was choppy as if she had cut it herself, skinny legs were covered in scrapes from playground accidents, outfit all sorts of colors and patterns. The glass was shattered in the corner, but it seemed okay for the most part. Hm, he wondered what had happened to her. Silently he prayed that wherever she was that she was happy despite her being a stranger.
Continuing through the personal items of the girl's family he hummed to himself. Someday he'd have a family too, he'd have these sort of treasures to cherish. It was Johnny's dream. Gingerly he pulled out a silvery necklace with a silvery ring at the end. Not knowing of the wedding ring tradition he didn't understand the important of the item. Loopy words were etched into the ring though he couldn't read them, and even if he could read they were faded by use. He wanted to know what they said anyway. Something sweet and hopeful, surely. With care he put it back on the ground with the family's other junk. A small black book with a golden cross caught his attention. Halfway through the book was a pressed clover flower in perfect condition. He didn't want to destroy the fragile petals so he closed the book. "What a weird thing to keep," he mumbled, "a little flower."
Continuing through the personal items of the girl's family he hummed to himself. Someday he'd have a family too, he'd have these sort of treasures to cherish. It was Johnny's dream. Gingerly he pulled out a silvery necklace with a silvery ring at the end. Not knowing of the wedding ring tradition he didn't understand the important of the item. Loopy words were etched into the ring though he couldn't read them, and even if he could read they were faded by use. He wanted to know what they said anyway. Something sweet and hopeful, surely. With care he put it back on the ground with the family's other junk. A small black book with a golden cross caught his attention. Halfway through the book was a pressed clover flower in perfect condition. He didn't want to destroy the fragile petals so he closed the book. "What a weird thing to keep," he mumbled, "a little flower."
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