eyes. The sunlight warmed his eyelids as he meditatively drew in breath after breath.
Janikka watched the strange boy from her window on the second floor. Her house, just like Michael's, looked exactly the same as every other house on the block. Janikka's family had moved here from the country, her family's farm had been sold to a developer that wanted to urbanize the area with a mall. Last year had been a bad crop year and they had been struggling to make ends meet for a few years in a row. Every morning he ran the same path, and every morning he stopped before the forest and cried on the curb.