A Quiet Street

[poliphilo]

A child stands in the middle of the road yowling.

We go out and talk to him gently. He says his mother has left him to go shopping.

He is wearing a school jumper and flimsy blue shorts. Ailz takes his hand. His hand is freezing.

We walk him to his door- a few houses down- where his slightly older brother comes out and talks to us.

(Why aren't either of them in school?)

His Brother takes him in and locks the door.

Peace again. This is a very quiet street. And the BIG question- did we do the right thing?

The mystery of other people's lives.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It sounds very plausible.

I'm remembering that there was a police car parked just down from the house a couple of days ago. Whatever is going on has been going on for a while.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

The holiday season tends to escalate these things.

I've been thinking: would the police take small children away in a van? Surely they would simply put them into the back seat of a more friendly police car, and hopefully give them teddy bears.

Maybe there's a batch of drug dealers living there.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I don't think the children were taken, but of course I may have missed something.

I may have missed a whole lot. I only know about the police vans because my in-laws came to the door while they were there.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Oh, well.

You're not as good at lurking behind twitching lace curtains as I am...

I'll just have to make up a satisfactory ending to make everything come out all right for those little boys.

They move in with their REAL mother, who lives on a farm, and she gives them both ponies.

Everybody else goes off to jail, and good riddance.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Lovely.

And very improving.