Lonely

He stood, cold and damp on a mid-summer's eve. Sadly striped shirt, worn shorts too big for his frame, brother's boots covering threadbare socks. That classic little boy haircut just covering his ears. His backpack carried ten dollars and a peanut butter sandwich. Clinging to his teddy as the taillights become smaller. Litter on a desolate road... 

He drops his head and shuffles into darkness.