From his castle, Darrell beckoned to the boy below. “What do you want?” shouted the boy. Darrell signalled him to come up and play with him. The boy stared at him for a second. Then he ran away, scared. Darrell sighed and went inside. Children of his age avoided him. His dad had strictly forbidden him from socializing with kids below his station.
Every night his father came home in a drunken stupor. His mother looked very pale. There was a huge chaos in his home one day. The lawyer was present and his father was screaming at everybody. Darrell could only hear the word, ‘debt’, which was repeated by everybody. The evening, Darrell and his family left the castle. They went to a small house and his father was never the same again.
Darrell was playing by himself when a boy approached him. “Do you still want to play?” asked the boy. Darrell turned to look at his dad. His father smiled weakly and waved Darrell to go and play.
Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction