The Drop-Off

Where does your current path lead?
Where will it end?
Will you be happy to get there when you arrive?
Choose wisely the path you follow.
The friends who guide you.
And the voices you listen to.

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

It was only going to last for a little while the father told the son.
he was going to go live with a lady...perhaps known as an Aunt
On the other side of the pass.
The lad was about 10 years of age.
He has an older sister or two.
And a couple of younger siblings.
With a baby on the way or recently born.
However the mother is sick...
so with added strain to the house.
The parents decide to send the son away.
Because for some reason the son was more expensive...
But there seemed to be some....darker reasoning behind this decision.
The father took the boy to a man...shadowy...kinda like a drug addicted hobo.
To take him to the aunt on the other side of the pass.
Only it seemed like...the boy never made it there.
He got "lost" somewhere along the way.
Yet not lost.
Because for a little while the boy received letters and such from home.
As he was in a dark house...cold, hungry, not good clothing....
But he got news from home, especially from a little sister of his...that was his favorite sister.
She would be creative with his letters. Drawing comics that depicted what was happening at home.
(That's how he knew his mother was sick, and that he had a new sibling)
And written on differently shaped/folded paper -like hearts.
The boy was able to write back, but he had to lie about his condition wherever he was.
But...as time passed....writing letters decreased....until the boy had heard of no news...
And years passed.
And suddenly the boy was an 'old man'
He was tall and gangily. living off of the streets. With a beard and homeless type clothing.
-You wouldn't know he was tall because he walked over in a hunch.
And because he walked hunched over...he appeared much older then he was.
(Or my brain dislikes dreaming about old people so I consciously made a way to have him be younger)
Anyway...an event happens.
Where the boy -I'll call him Troy.
Encounters a girl. and helps her.
In return...she helps him.
She finds him in a group of other hobos huddled together under a clear plastic tarp
and brings him to a department store.
(The setting reminded me of a bit of a mining town, just on the edge of the industrial age)
That wasn't doing so good.
The owner was outside trying to sell popcorn to passerbys.
So Troy's job was to basically act like a fool....
and convince people to buy the popcorn.
Well...he was apparently a success.
Because he would go to other stores and help drum up business there as well.
Eventually the girl who took him in...
convinced her parents to let him stay with them in their house.
Though they had to clean him up.
Shave the beard, give him a bath.
'Straighten' him out.
(lay him on a board and make him basically uncurve his back)
Which is how I found out he was pretty tall and gangily.
Anyway Troy and the girl....end up liking each other....
And she finds out his past story...and that he's the 'same caste' as her.
(Like Nobles methinks)
And He also finds out that the 'favorite' sister has been looking for him all these years.
(The mother dies...and I think the father ends up dying as well, which is why communication stopped)
Troy was about to go and meet/see his sister for the first time in a decade....

When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.

-S.N.D