Page Five. Tommy.
Tommy’s stomach growled again, reminding him that he skipped his dinner. He looked through the window and it already was getting dark. Of course, it was only 6:10 p.m., but it also was November. Tommy wasn’t afraid to go outside alone, when it was dark. He was one of those lost souls on the streets, even though he had some money hidden under the wooden floor, but inside he was as empty, so he never was assaulted. Usually he had ten-dollar bill on him for his dinner (and leftovers for his lunch), but tonight he grabbed twenty. Tonight, he felt different, so while he was walking on the street, to reach the “downtown”, he rushed. Tonight, he felt like he didn’t belong to these dark streets with suspicious individuals here…