“Ran?” I
heard around the corner. A shadowy figure emerged from around a
corner of the ally I was hiding in.
I hid myself as best
as I could in hope whoever this person was would
leave.
“The moon sure
was pretty last night wasn’t it?” The figure
whispered. I smiled… I was safe.
We illegals had come
up with codes so that we knew we were safe. My friend Eli gave
me a hug.
“Glad to see
your safe.” He whispered as we slid down the wall
to take a seat.
“Yea… I
was trying to get out of the way of the guard back
there.”
“Me too. Glad I
found you. Have you gotten some decent meals recently…
all I can find is cold French fries and bites left of
burgers.”
“Not
really… besides this morning… got a full bagel.
You would think people would have more compassion. But I guess
not. It just sickens me… the way they treat
us.” I sighed, laying my head on Eli’s
shoulder.
“Mark’s
trying to make life easier, like finding homes for who he can
but… well, he’s doing the best he can. Just
be appreciative that you’re alive.”
“Whatever Eli.
You’ve always been optimistic.”
“And I
don’t think you have ever been.” He snapped
back. I laughed, because it was true. But it was hard to take a
positive look on our situation… that is, unless your
Eli.
