He had sprinted through a, now empty, market place, in search of something very dear to him. No matter how hard he ran, nor how closely he looked, he couldn’t find what he was set out to search for. As he continued his search, he approached an elderly, fragile man with white hair in front of a magazine stand.
“What’s wrong, son? Where are your parents?” The charming old man asked, worried that the boy was running about in the dusk,
“I lost my mother,” the boy replied as a tear slowly streamed from his fiery red eyes. “I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find her, can you help me?”
The old man shook his head, and explained to the boy that he was an old man, and very weak with his age. He stumbled to sit on the old, green chair behind the wooden stand, and pet a seat next to him, and the boy sat next to the fragile man, jumping onto a similar chair the elder was relaxed to.
“The world is a large place, son,” The old man said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m afraid with my leaving strength; I won’t be able to help look for your mother. I can, however, help in any other way I possibly can. If I see her, I will tell you.” The man, looking worried for the child’s safety looks around for any sign of a parental figure.
“Well, she is really beautiful, her hair is Brown, and she’s tall. Last time I saw her she was wearing a green jacket.” The defenceless boy says, looking at the ground whimpering and sobbing. He scratches his brown hair and begins to cry, as a voice is heard in the distance.
The man and the boy look toward the figure; who is calling for help. The boy recognises a lab-coat on the tall figure, and runs toward the shadowy entity.
“Dad,” He sobs, running for comfort of his father, “Where is she?”
The boy’s father fixes his glasses and comforts his crying little boy.
“She’s gone… I’m sorry but she can’t come back.” The man explains as he looks toward the old man with gratitude. “I’m sorry for my son, he ran away looking for my wife,”
“It’s alright, sir.” The old man smiled. “But where is his mother? He seems much caught up in looking for her.” He rubbed his hands on his stubble chin, confused.
The boy looked to the man;
“I will find her, I promised I would, she didn’t even say goodbye to me!” He started to cry again.
The old man covered his mouth and had an expression of anguish glued to his face and stood up, limping toward the boy and his father. He holds his left hand out, leaning in for a handshake of the boy and his father.
“I understand,” He said. “Young man, I’m sure she’s safe. She will be in the loving care of my wife.”
The boy’s father looked at the old man and nodded, thanking the man.
“Let’s go home, Jariel. Chase will be upset if we leave him with Aunt June,”