Birds kept chirping and flying. Sun getting hot and brighter. I had no clock, but it was obvious, time was tripping by.
Again, i began shivering at the thought of my utter forlornness.

Where shall i go from here?

The thoughts came tormenting.
I let go of my father's head having slipped dawn his eyes to a close.
I rose and began pacing aimlessly about the yard. My eyes burnt with thick darkness as i stepped into the scalding sun. It vanished almost as fast as it started.
My eyes felt as granite , no moisture left in them. I paced back and forth like a worried adult while i was but a little boy.

Where shall i go from here?"

The thought again brought me to a faster pace, chewing on my teeth to repress a vacant sob that had begun.

I found a stick. Took it. Maybe it too might help. My sight went blurred again, this time with quick stroke of tears. I wiped nimbly, and in few minutes i got busy.
Can't tell what it was nor what led to it, but with my hands and the stick, I got busy, drawing shapes in the open soil. Maybe it also would help.

I needed to stop grieving, i needed to get busy, to pounder how and where to go from
here.

Shall i start trekking to the distant town?
But hell to who.....?"
Maybe..... the orphanage "

But that's if i even know one.

"No, i shall wait right here. "

I shall wait for the funeral bands, for thus they come, each day to Burry their deads........

*******

It had began waning into late noon. Sun rendering pale and breeze taking over.
I'd aimlessly ambled back to the pavement where my father's cop laid. There i sat, leg folded against my chest and flies kept buying into what was left of my urine inflicted pant .

Funeral bands seemed not forth coming.

What an unusual day!

I lamented anxiously.
In the past, under the oak tree where i often take my playing abode; i would sit, counting different funeral bands.
Different groups at different time of the day.
I in fact often rate the finest and ugliest casket .
I would sit quietly, watching and wondering if i also would be casketed someday.....

Dusk shall soon set in!

I thought, perplexed.

My fear seemed suddenly rising  while i strived hard to be calm.

"I've nothing to fear!

I said aloud, as if that would help suppress the fretful emotions that had started up via some ghostly recollections clouding on my mind.

"I won't fear nothing,
I won't fear noth.......

This time, it was barely a whisper. Tongue clung to the roof top of my mouth. Tears welled and rushed down my chin, landing on my bare
skin.

Perhaps, father wouldn't have died if I'd indeed feared nothing,he most probably wouldn't have....

My thoughts plagued.

I soon got wary of waiting after about an hour spent. My heart and soul began pounding hard at the sight of the setting sun. Cloud was fast changing and i could only wonder what shall become of me as i stood staring into the careless cloud with tightened fist.
I sighed, simultaneously glancing about, wishing that someone would talk to me, something somewhere would at least hint me what to do.

I sat, stood and sank back urgently. Raking thin fingers across bushy hair head. My shirt went wide and i wasn't moved. There actually was no point tucking the last button dot, it wouldn't stay.
Half of the buttons had lost its owner. Father had seriously promised to replace them until now. "He was dead...."

I mutely began chewing aimlessly the tip of a leaflet I'd found, folded and squeezed to a trash.
My head came low. I should wonder why i still kept at it after having shred it into useless parts, and the very piece at hand had been damped by my idiotic sweaty palm.

Surprised it has imprints. I earnestly hadn't bothered to check what it was since finding it, till now.
Tinny ant-like letters, way too small than a mortal hand could make out.

I never anticipated to understand all that was written in there, for my readings were poor. Far too poor.
Father must've observed my brain drifting blank the day he'd promised to have me tutored once his savings were worth it.
But now....

I found the letters unreadable, it appeared I'd made terrible squeeze out of it and i was going to spank myself for doing
so.
Head bent, eyes strained, i slowly followed the squeezed, torn and tinny lines.
And what i found, somewhat mystic. It reads:

Look at the  b...birds of the air,
They do not sow or   r...reap, or
s.. store in barns, yet your
h...heavenly father feeds them.
See how the  f.. flowers of the fi...field grow. They do not labor or spin......
So do not worry, sayin.....TORN, TORN!

Tears pricked my eyes.

Couldn't pick better than what remained torn-torn.

I rushed over it the second and third time,
Every single word held me captive.

It was a random sheet but,
Why does it talk this way?
Who could've written this?
....... to me?

I bet not me... yet couldn't deny it's to me.....

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