The Hurricane Rainbow

The day after Irene hit, I wrote this. Maybe it'll inspire someone to write something even more inspiring. 


Ethan saw the storm was starting to get a little more agressive. He made sure every window was locked, taped and prepared. As he checked the last window. He saw a boy walking around outside. He opened the window and yelled, "Little Boy, go home. Don't you see a storm coming?" The boy yelled back, "Mind your business old fart." Ethan found this very offensive, for he was only in his early twenties. He texted his best friend in shock and she laughed, "Well maybe to him, you are an old fart." "No but why is he outside? Where is his mother?" He questioned, "I am going to alert the authorities." "Why?! Whatever happens, happens at this point. He obviously doesn't care." his friend replied. "How can you say that? He's a little boy." Ethan shouted. "A little boy, who doesn't want help." she stated.

The little boy's name was Jonathan Howles. He was about 11 years old. His life is his own and he makes it so that it stays that way. He's always supported himself and "don't need nothing from nobody" as he likes to say. "Was born in this world alone, I am alone." is another quote he likes to say. In fact, he prefers it.