Lost Souls or Free Spirits {Arctic}
Jan 26, 2018 13:08:12 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jan 26, 2018 13:08:12 GMT -5
Neddy Edwin -- District Seven
The kids were at school today and I didn’t have any work that I had to do, which I suppose would be my reasons for deciding that I would wander about District Seven rather than staying at home today. As a woodworker, I work off of my own schedule, setting my own hours, and I didn’t have anything scheduled to work on. It was nice to have a break from things like that, once in a while, no matter how much I enjoyed by job carving wood, day in and day out. Of course, even though I didn’t have any scheduled projects, I still always had a pocket knife with me, as well as a small chunk of wood, should I find inspiration in something around me. That happened quite a bit more often than one may think that it would.
Taking to the streets, I meandered through crowds of people that were headed to work that morning. Many carried axes, as they were lumberjacks or woodcutters who needed to get to their jobs for the day. I, personally, had never been the strong type, preventing me from being a part of that particular crowd. That’s why I ended up as a woodworker. It wasn’t as physically demanding of me, and I enjoyed it more than I imagine I’d enjoy working with axes and other such tools like that. I much prefer to whittle away at wood, rather than chopping down trees or splitting blocks of wood that had been gathered by the woodcutters.
When I broke through one of the crowds of people into a more open area, however, I found something that seemed quite a bit out of place. There was a little boy, likely no more than five years old, out on his own. I couldn’t tell if he was lost or had intentionally wandered off, but, nevertheless, I was rather concerned. Deciding to approach him, I walked over slowly. I then ended up speaking kindly to him so as to not catch him off guard or startle him. Scaring off an already seemingly lost child was certainly not on my list of things that I wanted to do today, or any day at all, for that matter.
”Excuse me, are you lost?” I asked, stooping down a bit so that I was closer to eye level with the boy. I was genuinely concerned for him, and wasn’t really sure of what else to say or do. I just wanted to make sure that he was doing alright. If this were one of my boys when they were younger, or even now, lost and alone, I’d be grateful towards anyone who had tried to assist them in finding their way back to me. I’d imagine that this boy’s parents would feel the same way if he happened to be lost and I helped him out.
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