Ventra

Person: Remember when we were kids?
Child: Yeah?
Person: and we would go across the street to Mrs.Brandy’s home and get sweets
Child: She was a nice lady, always gave me the good candy
Person: Too bad you were her favorite
Child: I wouldn’t be here otherwise
Person: chuckles - yeah but at least she is with you - but I have to go now and you have to go back to sleep
Child: can you put me to rest?
Person: you know I can’t do that

cleans up - passes Mrs.Brandy’s broken down home - passes a telephone pole riddled with years of missing child posters - looks at the sun and smiles