Special Place, Un-Special Boy(James) James Michael Riles
Special Place, Un-special Boy

The sun was setting. Rays of light skimming across the water. The water was still, as if he was looking at a mirror. The sand was hot. It squished between his toes, and it made him laugh. Rays kissed his face as sun was setting. It grew cold. The cold with the heat sent shivers down his back. Salt in the air. Sundown is here.
The run-down hotel was somewhat blissful. He stood in the white-walled room wondering if what he just saw was a dream.
“It’s about time!”
His step-mom had just gotten out of the shower. She was in her bathrobe still soaking wet from the shower. Her haired hissed like Medusa’s as it was still tangled and messy.
“Where have you been?”
He just stood there staring. Yea, he was home.
There was a small vase right beside where his step-mother was standing. There were roses perched in the vase. They stood there upright, not a single thing they could do. She took the vase and hurled it right next to him. The vase spattered across the wall with a loud crack, and he awoke.
“Mo…mo…mo…”
“Don’t give me that stuttering crap. Speak like a NORMAL human-being and not some idiot!”
“Mo…mo…mo…ma. I…I just ca…can’t help it.”
She took her slippers off and hurled them at his head. One connected, and fell to the ground. His nose began to bleed.
A knock came from the door, and it got quiet.
“Go to the closet and stay there and don’t say a word, or I WILL make it hurt this time.”
He hobbled into the closet and there he stayed quietly. In that little space of a room, he thought to himself quietly.
“I…I only went to the beach to…to feel normal. There…I…I don’t fe…el worthless. There I…see God and…he says…I…I’m…unique…not special.”

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