#askadventuresoftheflies

Simon jolted from his place on the floor. Crouched over, he poked through some leaves, searching for insects. He had thought he was alone. Barely anybody paid mind to the young boy anymore, either discomforted by what they had done, or discomforted by his notions. In some ways, Simon preferred it that way.

At least he was free from the war cries and the yelling. Although he longed to protect the littluns. Roger could be so cruel. What was worse was that Jack let him.

No, best on the outside.

Oh–

He had company.

it all comes down to you. 

let’s say you have a childhood memory from this life of being alone somewhere. there’s no one else there to confirm it for you, just you by yourself. you remember that, you can recall it, but the only thing that tells you that it is true is the image of it and the gut feeling that it is real.

Nice!