A Child's Heart

Today I was bored, so I decide to write a little story. If you guys like it, I might write more. This is how far I got.

4-year old Wendol, an orphan, wandered the empty streets looking for something to sustain the ever-growing hunger that urged him to press on through the heavy downpour of rain that dreary September night. Hands in his tattered jeans pockets, and head tilted downward, he shuffled his bare feet along the smooth cobblestone path. Then, all of the sudden, he bumped in to something. Quickly looking up, he found himself face to face with a young man of about 15. Franticly, Wendol ran the other way, darting around corners and dashing through alleys. Glancing behind him, he discovered that the teenager was following him. Like a panicked rabbit, he dove behind a large crate by the side of an old building. But to his great dismay, the boy had seen him. After approaching the spot where Wendol sat curled up and shaking, he knelt down in front of him. Tears streamed down his chubby cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me.” Wendol whispered in a shaky voice. The boy slowly reached out his hand and said, “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” The little boy stared up at him with his big blue eyes. “I just came after you because, well, I thought you might be lost. Where are your parents?” Wendol sat up and wiped his eyes with his sleeve “A man was shooting at me for being in his yard, and my mama got shot because she stepped in front of me to protect me. And daddy died in the army when I was a baby.” The boy’s face grew even more solemn. “That’s terrible. So, you’re an orphan, huh? I am, too. The name’s Justace, by the way.” “I’m Wendol.” He said as Justace helped him up. “Why are you an orphan?” Justace’s soft brown eyes looked sad. “I don’t know.” He said. “I’ve been all on my own ever since I can remember. I’m not even sure if my parents are alive or not.” He looked down at Wendol. “Let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.” The next thing Wendol knew, he was in an old abandoned fishing shack eating a very satisfying meal of fish and stale crackers. “Pertty nice place, eh?” Justace said smirking. “Found it just last year. It’s nothing special, but it keeps the rain out. Sort of. Where were you staying before?” “Nowhere, really.” Wendol replied. “I mostly just slept on top of crates or stacks of newspapers… if I could find any.”