摘要
The Story,by Tre Tennyson The boy had grown to love the man even though he barely knew him.They'd met one evening beneath an apartment stairwell as the city burned.The boy had been rummaging through a bin of old cereal boxes when he’d heard footsteps scattering through the hallway.He’d pulled himself against the wall and listened,wrapping his finger around the paperclip that had protected him until then,and allowed his eyes to adjust more clearly to the darkened hall so he could better glimpse the source of the footsteps.
