Friday Fictioneers - A Different Color
A soft-spoken, caramel-colored boy in a neat uniform, slicked-down hair and a wide smile sat on the steps, engrossed in a book. Alone, I meandered over to him. His smile was welcoming. I asked if I could sit by him. He nodded, yes. I watched the kids playing tag and running after each other, laughing. Their merriment grasped me into sadness. I longed to play with them. I asked if he likedâŠ
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