Ignition
???'s POV "Excuse me." A little voice whispered. The man stopped walking and halted in front of the boy behind the rusty metal picket fence. The man noticed the stranger's linger on his yet untouched apple, and with platonic kindness he handed the apple over the fence. The man watched as the apple disappeared before his very eyes, wolfed down by the stranger in less than a couple seconds. The stranger licked his lips. "More." As the man passed over a juice box and a packed chicken salad, he took his time observing the home behind the stranger. The house was ragged, torn down, like a haunted house from a theme park. The porch sported a rocking chair and children's toys beyond their time, a feeling of abandonment surrounding them. The lawn surround the house hadn't been tended to, it w
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